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Quin sat upon a boulder overlooking the popular black market. Even before the incident he didn't like to go in there. Always someone had done it for him.
Each time life forced their roads to cross it took at least an hour of preparation and meditation. No one could know, a disguise was necessary.
His raven hair whipped around in the evening winds. He had long since decided to ditch the pony tail after it constantly gave him head aches.

His eye patch continued to click as it zoomed in on the stalls, checking for any major threats to his presence. Each of the three lenses rotated with each click and scan.
As this scan went on he made a mental note of things to be looking for while he was in the market. He metal tipped boots tapped nervously on the rock as anxiety grew. It was never fun to go among these scum, never.
With a sigh he tightened his fingerless gloves on his hands and draped his cloak over his shoulders. It wasn't that he was a cowered... not in the least. In fact he was a very brave man, just not a crowd type of person.

Luckily this would be his last visit for a long time. He would eventually have to return to Riot, though he was quite ashamed to do so...

Quin looked down at the woman with the odd accent. His brows furrow as she spoke about -him- having to be careful. It was so crowded here, it was hard not to bump into anyone.
"..It would be wise to keep watch where -you- are going." He bit his tongue before the words 'girl' could leave his lips. That was taking it to a personal level. Though he had seen her flirting to obtain those parts, and seeing that he had already lost some respect for the girl. Using sex appeal on someone to get a better price. Did she not think very highly of herself?
"These streets are packed, collisions happen..." His tone was rather calm, but cold.

Quin pulled the hood from his cloak. By now people were starting to move around them as if they had always been there as an obstruction. A few people camped out near shop tents looked on their conversation with slight interest. Quin always took note of these people...

"You're getting a little personal there, but if you cannot live without that knowledge, it's good protection from the desert sun." He spoke in the same cold calm tone as before.

The patch on his eye clicked a few times as the lenses rotated. He coughed suppressing a laughter. So many people here tried to hide their true selves. Enough in fact he dare not bring up the question.

Quin pulled the cloak over his head once more and turned to walk away without a word. She wasn't worth the-
As he turned he noticed a familiar group of thugs. They were looking past him at the red haired wonder.
-s**t- He thought as he turned back around and walked uncomfortably close behind the woman that had just run into him.
"Keep moving." He whispered. "You've attracted some dangerous attention." This was the only note he could give. Though their fist encounter was a rather annoying one, but he felt slightly obligated to escort her to her ZOID. No doubt she would be safe there.

He knew these men and previously had dealt with them before. Lost a lot of good friends because of them.

Quin shook his head. "One or two maybe, but they are always numerous and always carry a weapon on them." Arrogance is the fall of many. Quin thought as he looked over his shoulder to see three of them now following. He knew this first hand, and the thought would forever haunt him. His shameful mistake caused the genocide of an entire community.

Upon seeing -THAT- familiar ZOID Quin's eyes narrowed. He had seen it rampage many many years ago. The damn thing took out a few ZOIDS and pilots of his. It was pilot less than, however. Its movements were clumsy. Now that it was in the hands of a pilot... well, who can say if it were a good or bad thing.
The red haired wonder didn't seem like a bad pilot. But she did seem very confidant.

As they left the market Quin stopped following so close to the red haired woman. He was now at a comfortable distance for both of them. He glanced over his shoulder to see that the three thugs had turned back toward the market in obvious terror of this woman's ZOID. It was an amusing sight.

It wasn't so much that he figured she could not take care of herself, it was more of the fact that ten plus thugs with a gun each was not good odds for anyone. He knew he couldn't even fend off them alone. The very fact that she was able to tame this wild ZOID meant she had to have some great talent. And that was respectable.

"I have on several accounts." He remained where he stood even as the red hair woman approached it. "Killed many good friends of mine."
And it because of this ZOID he had to modify his own to at least ward it off when it drew near.

"How did you come to tame such a wild one?" He couldn't help but inquire. It had been such a problem before he never figured that it could be tamed.

"It was not your fault." He had to comment. It was not right for her to take on the burden of shame that came with this ZOIDS murderous rampage.


"Quin." He nearly said something else before he spoke, but quickly recovered. "And May I ask of yours?" He asked and folded his arms across his chest.
He would have to take a note of this pilot. She is defiantly someone who could get a job done. Unless he was mistaken by her inward appearance.

As the large ZOID took of Quin smiled. It wouldn't be hard to track that ZOID if a need should ever arise. Though, not most people would ever WANT to track it down.
Quin looked back at the marked than out toward the desert. No doubt the thugs were still there. His errands would have to wait until another day.

He walked toward the desert, where the ground was soft sand, and vanished below the sands as a dune appeared suddenly.

"Well Saga, looks like it's got a master now. It would be best to keep an eye on your old rival...And as for the pilot, maybe Riot could value her an a close ally." He laughed as the ZOID growled, three times each in a different tone.
"I don't think we should follow... The ZOID looks to be under control now."
Than came a fourth much quieter hiss. "It is suspicious to where she is going, but that is no excuse."
The four voices grumbled in unison this time. "I could care less about that." Quin huffed.
The voice of a lion roared and the zoid lurched forward from under the sands. Quin quickly halted it.
The ZOID was quickly becoming anxious... but it still followed its master's orders to remain still.

"We will keep an eye on this one, but stop being so rash." The ZOID was quiet this time.