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[color=00aeef]"What I'll do when I find them?"[/color] Erik posed the question back at the mysterious figure of a man, tasting those words he so many times felt at the tip of his tounge, yet having snatched out of his reach even more. Erik fiddled with his new glass of booze around in his hand, pushing it back and forth the table as he answered the man. [color=00aeef]"What I want to do, you can't pin a single word on it. Not in my experience, so many different people seeing it differntly. You'd might call it a turkey shoot, someone else calls it murder. Me? I call it revenge."[/color] Erik gave his answer, taking a sip of his glass and looking back and forth the two called Draven and Seven. 

[color=00aeef]"That's what I intend to do. Mr. Draven, I prefer that. I have a score to settle with them and their main guy, mean Son of the Devil he is. A farm and family as a matter of fact. My farm, my family."[/color] Was this what Erik needed to tell him in order to get information? It wasn't a sob-story, there wasn't a trace of sadness in Erik's voice as he told his brief tale. That had long since vanished alongside his youth and innocence. Now it had become a part of him, his work. 

A favour? Yeah, Erik was good at favours, if it helped him catch those sons of bitches he was after. Taking another sip of his drink, focusing on Draven as he drowned out the rest of the saloon, he could only smirk and chuckle at Draven's last question. [color=00aeef]"If killin's the favour you're asking for, Mr. Draven, that won't be much of a problem. Many, is my answer. Hurt even more than that, but only those that deserved it. If by God Almighty they were judged, many folks out there and myself saw them dead as just punishment. There have been many, I stopped counting once I realized the count wouldn't get me closer to the Melbattons. But I'm sure there will be more, if that answers your question?"[/color]

Erik leaned back in his chair, hearing his own words echo through his mind as he had spoken them to the man. If the blondie had such words spoken around him before he lost everything, he'd think that man was as wicked as the Devil himself, or worse. But now those words carried experience and sorrow few could comprehend, which Erik could. An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Fight fire with fire, and sinners with sins. [color=00aeef]"What do you need done, Mr. Draven, for a favour?"[/color]