Reaper Six
Your friendly, neighborhood soldier of fortune
Others slowly started to drift in, the last among them being a rather large guy with oddly colored hair and a girl wearing a hood. Although he admitted he could be wrong on the latter. Laying back, Michael slowly drifted to sleep, anxious for the day to come. The snores and sounds of the others barely bothered him, but they kept him alert.
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