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[color=39b54a][b]Location:[/b] Saloon[/color] | [color=39b54a][b]Interaction:[/b][@Raylah][@Silentfeather][@DragonofTheWest][@Nobodyman123][/color][/center]

	 “Cover me!”

	The demand was simple and earnest.  Jack did as he was told.  Shot after shot, the revolver emptied itself.  What he would tell people later is that he nearly single-handedly halted an undead uprising.  What he had actually accomplished was adding a few peep holes to the wall of building across the street.  Luckily Jack was not the only one shooting and gradually corpses began to fall to their natural states after a bloody, explosive display.

	Christina, a woman of action, quickly pulled the living, maskless enigma inside.  It was like a toggle has been switched.  Christina was just 'on', directing assistance, taking charge of the care of those in need.  Jack looked on in careful observation and perhaps a tinge of admiration.

	His focus was soon split, though.  As the battle died down, the townsfolk started coming out of the woodwork to investigate the aftermath.  He watched as a badged lawman surveyed the dead before retreating to their sanctuary of an office.  He witnessed surviving members of local families coming to dramatic terms with their losses.  He was, for a brief moment, at a loss for words.

	Jack forced himself to return to the here and now.  His eyes darted back to Christina who was being force fed some tough guy routine from the formerly masked potential bandit.  The line of sight then shifted back to Kira, who proclaimed her best of intentions in aiding the potential rogue.

	"[color=39b54a]It ain't everyday you gotta send a man to hell twice,[/color]" Jack stated simply.  "[color=39b54a]I think we did pretty well for ourselves, all things considered.[/color]"  As he spoke, he utilized the time to begin reloading his revolver, chamber by chamber.  "[color=39b54a]I think one thing is for sure, though.  This place is fucked.[/color]"  Whether it stemmed from magic or mad science, Jack quickly convinced himself that this horror was not over.  There was always the 'W' trail.  'W'hy did the dead rise from their eternal slumber?  'W'ho aided in such an event?  'W'hen would the supernatural make itself known once more?

	"[color=39b54a]You're brazen,[/color]" he declared toward the mysterious man as a matter of fact.  "[color=39b54a]You're protective,[/color]" he said with a nod toward the elegant woman who had moved with such liquidity to the man's aid.  "[color=39b54a]And you are quite possibly the most assertive woman I have ever met,[/color]" he noted to the self-proclaimed healer.  He took hold of his swiped bottle of whisky and enjoyed a few successive gulps before allowing an enormous grin to grow on his face.  "[color=39b54a]Come to Longwater, they said.  Easy games, they said...[/color]"  His grin turned into a huff of laughter.  "[color=39b54a]a family town, they told me.  And here I am like some sucker dealing with some jerks that don't want to stay dead.[/color]"  Jack's revolver was fully restocked.  He twisted his hand abruptly, demanding his wheel to return to its chamber.  "[color=39b54a]So what now?[/color]" he asked.  "[color=39b54a]If this gets worse, we're going to need more people.  And some answers... And a lot more hardware.  Who's in charge, anyway?[/color]"