The Ancient Warrior

[proto_humanist]

Two men walk through the spacious and sterile halls of a retirement home - surrounded by the aged and the dying. Ironically, each man was chronologically older than the oldest patient on the premises, though neither showed their years

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[old_evil_eye]

"Don't worry about that, I'll confirm what you say. And I'm plenty distinctive."

[proto_humanist]

"Most certainly. It's actually quite likely that he's heard of the infamous Jonah Hex."

Savages smiles, finding the correct door, and opening it quietly to peer within. A very aged figure lies in the bed, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest. Asleep, perhaps.

[old_evil_eye]

Jonah steps into the role of bodyguard, not that its likely needed here, stepping into the room to be the first to draw attention.

Of course, seeing Jonah Hex in a retirement home might be enough to finish off some residents, but this one, he figures, should recognize him, even out of time.

[jla_extras]

The ancient man in the bed doesn't look like much, but Savage has indicated that he is to be recruited. As the two men step inside, the old man's eyes slowly open, betraying a deadly calm as he assesses the two figures near his bed.

"Wrong room." He croaks. "Go away."