[Marco the Glukkon]

Dark, souless eyes stared down at the cold floor of the "Rupture Farms Cargo Train" as it headed to it's course to the Slig Officer Registration Office near the east of the factory. Small lights dimmed outside of the train slowly licked their way across the white scaley body that belonged to Zuka The Hunter. Or at least, that was what he was called before that ignorant fool Tullsa left him for dead. The light also illuminated against his gun, an assault rifle.

Suddenly, the train came to a halt.

"It's about time..."

The white slig gathered his gun, stretched his arms and neck, then opened the door to the train. His reptilian eyes scanned the area, making sure he left no detail out of the place in case of an "unexpected escape". Still, he might even like it here, as long as noone gets in his way...