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Arell smirked as he rolled down the window to stick his hand out. "True 'nuff. Den again . . . I didn't expec' t' bump int' ya aftah ya got in de way." he said with a half-snarl. It was true . . . then again, when a Big-a** ex-Marine turned mercenary with a Cajun accent that sounded like he was gargling rocks and packing heat comes to town, most people move.

The ones that didn't either were dead or earned his respect . . . and as far as Arell was concerned, the Reaper wasn't getting Websy today.

Arell nodded as she talked. "Reckon I did. Heah, lemme pull ovah heah." he drawled as they pulled into a corner away from the prying eyes of a gas station security camera. Reaching back for the case he opened it, pulling out a good stack of Benjamins and handed it to her. "Dat oughta covah it. Us'ally doan' keep most of it anyhow." he said with a smirk. Well, he never DID . . . he figured the math out in his head. With the assignments he took and the cash he earned, he could have bought that rich feller Bruce Wayne's house. Maybe even buy New Orleans back from the tourists!

But yet here he was . . . living as a drifter. A gunslinger if this was the 19th Century . . . but hey, it worked.

Besides, Webby fought valiantly. May as well give her a little somethin'-somethin'.

Arell nodded. "Felt bad 'bout deckin' ya, but if'n dere's anything you need, you jes hollah and I'll help ya out." he drawled as he got back on the road, taking another puff of his smoke.

"Damn dis place nevah seems t' change. Was stationed heah fer a while while I was in the service." he said with a smirk, taking a puff.

Arell smirked as they drove. "You'd think wit' what goes on 'round heah dey'd just 'vac'ate de civilians an' blast down the bridge." Arell cracked as he took a smoke. Well, in truth, they tried that ONCE . . . only they forgot to get the civilians out of there. That went EXCRUCIATINGLY well. Then again, Arell only read it in the news . . . he was stationed in the Middle East when it happened.

"Den again, half de fun's de danger." he cracked.

Arell laughed a little as they drove. "Benefi' t' havin' bad guys prowlin' de streets at night. Keeps the real estate down a li'l." the big Cajun quipped. There was no question he bumped into a few. His mind seemed back towards Savage. Was it really HIM?! Then again, last time he and Savage were (knowingly) within the same country, Arell and his "renegade squadron" (dubbed by a superior) had busted up a ring in Baghdad . . . he didn't get a good look at him, but he was more focused in trying to get 'em and less on making friends and influencing people.

Well, he did influence people: Who knew an air AND an artillery strike could turn a building into a pile of rubble in ten seconds?

Arell smirked as Big Head perked up and sniffed around. "Fo'tunately I nevah had dat problem. Cain't imagine why . . ." he quipped before hearing a low guttral growl and a loud HISS that startled the big Cajun.

"I was just kiddin', Big Hea'! YEESH!" Arell cracked at the big Gator before looking at Webbs, embarrassed.

"He ain't always dat cranky." he mentioned.

((No sweat, hon. Although, it would be funny to have them pair up. Dynamic duo + Big lizard for hire?))

Arell laughed a little. "Doan' worry . . . it an' me, we gots an understandin'. Saved Big Head's life when I was fishin' Lake Ponchatrain when I was a boy." he quipped as he passed by a police car. If they're so effective up here, how come we got superheroes?! he thought. Before realizing he was speeding a little . . . and the blue and red lights were on behind him. Riiiiiight. Batman don't do speedin' tickets.