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[h2][i][color=olivedrab]Brian McConaughan[/color][/i][/h2][hr]

McConaughan could tell the older man was the shot caller between these two, but the younger one was reluctant to obey whatever he was saying. Though he couldn't understand the older man, he could hear a tinge of resentment in his voice that made him give out a disgruntled sigh. Reaching into his trenchcoat pocket, McConaughan produced a small glass vial of dark liquid capped off by a tiny cork. Using his good thumb, he popped the cork off the top of the vial and stared at the liquid for a moment before downing it quickly. He shuddered as a wave of sobering euphoria coursed through him and he could feel the wound on his hand closing up. Of course, this wasn't visible since it was still covered in the bloodied bandages, but the pain was gone in a few moments and he shoved the empty vial back into his pocket.

[color=olivedrab]"So,"[/color] he said, looking back over to the younger man. [color=olivedrab]"Are you two foreigners or something? You don't seem like you're from around here."[/color] He gave a little smirk and raised a hand in feigned defense. [color=olivedrab]"Not trying to be offensive, I can just smell a fellow immigrant."[/color]