Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5543592-20190327234337

"Shrike is not alone, however.  She also has two men working for her.  The first of them is Randall Clark."

The image change and up popped an ugly, bald man with a face like squashed zucinni. His nose was swollen, his ears curled, his chin long. His eyes were completely blue, as if the iris had broken and flodded the white of his eye, and he wore a pair of completely blacked out goggles high up on his forehead. He was overly and massively muscular, lean to the point that he was covered in striations, as if there was strands of dry spagetti stretched out beneath his skin. He smiled crookedly, showing off too-white teeth.

"Randall Clark's past is less illustrious than her's.  While at one point Shrike was an accomplished special force operative, held in high esteem, Randall Clark has been a societal deviant from his birth.  The NCR correctional system has convicted and imprisoned him numerous times, without success.  He has always managed to escape.  He was a Legate, a gangster, a raider, and now an assassin.  I believe he even had a brief forray into Project Cook."

Upon seeing that image Josey expressed visible anger, more so than what he had directed at Shrike.