“Yeah, I hear ya.” [i]Boogie was in somewhat of a similar situation. In fact, he had be in such a situation for most of his career as a soldier. Going into places you didn’t know, seeing things you couldn’t understand, even killing things you’ve only heard through myth and legend was all part of his paycheck. Now, he was stranded. In a strange world that defied everything he had been taught. But hey, in the time he was contracted, he was paid gregariously. Now, he jumped around picking up bounties where he could.[/i] “So your higher-ups, they take hired guns? That’s assumin’ I’m not talking to one.”

“Pal I got orders to pick up whoever and whatever I need to do my job. So in other words, yeah.” [i]Sidewinder replied, his convoy continuing into Dojoville.[/i]

[i]Boogie kept pace, each footstep a clash of metal and road. [/i] “Well, you can call me Boogie. Short for Boogeyman. Long for Boog.” [i]He chuckled spritely.[/i]

“Boogie Man...” [i]He chuckled at his own joke, but it was good enough. Simple callsign, mildly intimidating, and the guy looked half-intelligent. That was pretty much all he needed.[/i] “Alright, Boogie. I got work for you already. You wanna do me a favor and do a little recon for me, get me what you can on all the big players on the field? Pull a Bill Belicheck and steal some playbooks for me?”