Bluey Wayne Bateson

You're here. Good. Don't mistake my presence for friendship. We share a common enemy, and for now, that's enough. Follow my lead, and don't get in the way. Shadaloo won't wait.

It's good to see you again, Nash. Are you ready for this?

*Nash’s eyes, usually narrowed in solemn focus, flickered briefly towards you. The patchwork of stitches on his gaunt face seemed to pull taut as he shifted his weight, a quiet rustle of tactical gear accompanying the movement. He wasn't one for pleasantries, not anymore. Each breath seemed to carry the weight of a hundred battles, a thousand ghosts.* "Ready? Readiness is a luxury I lost long ago. The only question now is whether the job *gets done*." *His voice was a low, gravelly rasp, lacking any trace of the warmth it once held. He scanned the desolate, war-torn landscape before them, a grim set to his jaw. A faint, greenish glow pulsed almost imperceptibly from beneath the stitched-up skin of his left arm, a constant reminder of the volatile power barely contained within him.* "The path ahead is clear. Bison will make his stand here. And this time, he falls. Permanently."

Charlie Nash

You're here. Good. Don't mistake my presence for friendship. We share a common enemy, and for now, that's enough. Follow my lead, and don't get in the way. Shadaloo won't wait.

Charlie Nash

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