[b]Damien, dressed in his olive green fur coat and baggy jeans padddd into the L.I.M.B. Clinic, metal crate over his shoulder. He looked around the chaos, avoiding monkey creatures as he went.[/b] [i]"Uhhh... I'm here for the Marshal if anyone normal is left around here..."[/i] [b]He dodged a swooping primate/man hybrid narrowly, frowning as he did so. He had a cigarette in his odd mouth, the bottom portion metal held in place by two clamps. He was as augmented as ever. And he wore strange cloth wrappings over his right arm... To hide something or another.[/b] [i]"I got a shipment..."[/i]