Monroe crossed his arms again and scoffed at the rich people. He felt somewhat offended by what had just transpired. "We'd better be paid damn well for this, or I'm gonna take it out of this family's hides!" the bounty hunter yelled, drawing a stare from Amy. The mercenary turned, sensing her glance and looked at her quizzically. "What's wrong? I can't help the fact I don't like nobles. The world of property is annoying, but what can you do?" Monroe asked jokingly in his remarks. He doubted this girl understood that notion he had just hit her with.

"Never mind," the dark clad man stated as he walked back towards her. "As to is he mad, if he doesn't trust us to protect him as his guards, then he's already lost. Might as well let the dogs drag him off... then again, we don't get paid at that point," Monroe stated as he thought about it. "This is annoying. Well, anyway, no matter how insane he may be, or proud, or stupid, we need to follow him. At least until we get paid, then he can rot in hell for all I care. Hell, I might feed him to the dogs at that point," the former assassin noted as he spit into the sand and kicked more sand over it.

"Well, if he is mad, the following him could be dangerous to us, can't it?" Amy asked the enhanced human. For Monroe, all that followed was a heavy laughter that flowed from him.

"Dangerous to you and I?" Monroe paused between his fits of laughter just long enough to speak again. "The only thing dangerous to us is them when we sleep. Luckily, I don't need to sleep. Or I won't until we finish this mission," Monroe said as he reached into his pockets, searching for something. "I should have a pill that will remove the need of me to sleep for a week in here somewhere. And it's..." the mercenary stated as he began digging through his other pockets, finally deciding that it wasn't in the first one he checked.

After extensively examining his other pockets, even going so far as to look within the inside pockets of his jacket. After about ten minutes and about eight pockets, Monroe finally through his hands into the air in frustration. Somehow, somewhere, he'd either used or lost that pill. But when and why? He didn't recall. All he knew was...

"Not here..." he finished his started thought. Amy laughed slightly at Monroe's failure, and he laughed with her after a moment. "I may not know you very well, Amy, but we're going to need to watch each other's backs, okay?" he asked her, smiling rather casually at her. He could leave once he had an answer.

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Much thanks to Silver for the sweet Quincy Sig. ^_^
Zorlo , Zachary Leos, Monroe Vossler, Arvin Anson, Emile Velos
Rest In Peace Duke of Clubs. (11/15/1992-1/5/2008)
And Kenpachi divided the Strong from the Weak, and it was good!