[h2][center]Samuel Evans[/center][/h2]
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"Why does it have to be here?" Samuel remarked as he sat in his car, engine off, but both hands on the steering wheel. Staring at the junkyard with a serious face. He has not been to this place in a long time, and a reminder of his past with the Snakes. The last time he was here was years ago, and Samuel would rather not go in. But his poker chip, which he left on top of the dashboard. For some reason is pointing towards the junkyard. 

Now, Samuel is torn between just leaving and ignoring his defective but magical poker chip. Or follow the chip, head inside, and see what exactly is waiting for him inside. 

He sat there in his car for who knows how long, staring at the junkyard and ready to turn the car back on and leave. But, eventually, Samuel made his choice. Though he realizes he may just regret it. More so if he sees a member of the Snakes there. Either way, with a sigh, Samuel stepped out of his car, locked it, and with his poker chip in hand. He walked to the junkyard and headed inside.      

Getting in was the easy part, and one he remembered how to do. Now, as he ventured inside, following the direction of the poker chip. Samuel was on his guard, he does not know who he will find here. Mainly, it was just if he gets unlucky and the Snakes. But who knows who else is in the junkyard at this hour? 

Still, after some time after following the poker chip, did he reach his destination. Which there was a tower that was not here the last time he came to this junkyard. Samuel could feel the energy radiating from it. Alot of energy was coming from it, and he can feel it across the electromagnetic spectrum as easily as he can feel the light it is producing. 

Then his gaze fell on the EZ-fix truck, that sight is not a new one. Smauel has seen that truck here before but never met its owner, and at the time when he was with the Snakes. He paid little attention to it. But now with the tower and it being nearby. Maybe there is a connection between it and the tower, or at least whoever was in the truck might know who made the tower. Unless he is assuming too much here. Samuel is still new to magic here, and he is still trying to figure out how it all works.  

But, after a moment of looking around, did he hear a voice. One he did recognize, and to his relief, one that did not belong to a member of the Snakes. So Smauel turned to the source and found Nathaniel. "Nate? What is he doing here?" Samuel wondered quietly to himself as he thought about what to do next.   

Since Samuel does know Nate, barely, but better than being a stranger. So maybe he can trust the man, and maybe he is here for the same reason he is? Well, Sameul decided it was time to find out.

So, Samuel, after taking a deep breath, and hopefully this is not a mistake, he walked to Nathaniel cautiously, as not to surprise him, and greeted the man. "Hey, Nate, I did not expect to see you here." Sounding friendly but cautious,"What are you here for, and I hope I am not interrupting on your end."