Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-21447002-20151027225143/@comment-3542839-20151028233059

Barry McAnvil was at a bar in a seedy area of Phobos Capital, his last job had been for the Council, taking out a rogue General who was no longer following orders.

Ordering an Earthin Scotch he was sitting at 'his' table waiting for any new offers. Almost everyone in the bar knew he was the best shot in the universe, marksmanship unrivalved and legendary because he never used technology to aid him in his aim.

From earth himself, of the scotish highlands he dressed as one from Charon, heavy woolin brown coat, and thick pants, he wore leather gloves and kept his silver grey goatee neat and clean against his face.

He had worked with every government at some point, and was feared because any attempt in the past to double cross him had wound up with the offendee with a bullet in his or her left eye, even if the shot was fired 10 miles away.

He noticed a Venus soldier in casual wear walk in.