“Well sweetheart, I ain’t no national defender no more, but I can tell ya that with Rubicon and us stickin’ around, you might wanna take a look at what I have to offer. You know the last time anyone rode horses into battle was the damn Second World War? You might wanna look at an upgrade!” [i]Friendly enough, but something about him screamed shifty. He was a mercenary. He was also advertising for goods. Business was what this was. Pure business.[/i] “Yeah, your big roided-up supersoldiers tryin’ to look all tough. All the Rubis like that?” [i]He asked, remaining up on the gun of his command vehicle.[/i]