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Shaun heard the door open and automatically looked back to see who would be entering.
He groaned when he saw that it was the guy from earlier. He looked a bit... different though. Satisfied. For some reason, the thought sent chills down his back. Unconsciously he began chewing on the steel ring that pierced his lip. He realized he was doing it quickly and made himself stop.
He hated having habits like that, it made him look like a nervous rat. They were from the days back when he was constantly twitching and on the look out for danger or food. He wished he could just cast off those days.

He turned his attention away from the man and back to the bartender. He had had about three drinks and he could tell he wasn't going to get any information from these people. He reached into one of the pockets on his black cargo pants and pulled out a wallet. He slapped down the money for his drinks and said a quiet thank you.
This guy got on his nerves for some reason, and he didn't want to be stuck in such a small place with him.
As he walked past he subtly turned his nose up at him, making it obvious he didn't think very highly of the man. Then he walked out of the building without a second glance.

"Returning to your position..." he said into his microphone. They should be done cleaning up the wounded and corpses that littered the ground over there so he decided to head back. The city was still like a ghost town, every now and then he would catch the fluttering of curtains.