Eugene walked through the battlefield, having just finished a gun fight on his own, again... Three team members, yet they were too easy.

"THE BATTLE IS OVER! The winner is, the Grand Bullet Team!" After these words were called by the judge, Eugene began inspecting the defeated team for any 'spoils of war'. So far, he had only found a small amount of money, and a necklace that could fetch him a little money if he sold it.

"Nothing as usual... Teams are so broke these days..." Eugene told himself before heading back to the Hover Track and getting some rest.

Holland yawned. He just kind of sat there on a bench outside, looking towards the sky and watching some birds fly in the sky. After a couple of minutes of observing, he looked down and began working on the maintenece of his gun, the Door Knocker. A name received from how he used it: going straight up to the enemy and shooting them at point blank range. Though of course he dodged and such, but it was to ensure his victory.

He continued sitting there working as the clouds passed by.

Jereko walked through the streets, hoping to avoid any fighting. He was traveling through streets unknown to him, and wanted to keep a low-profile. Back in his hometown, he was known as "The Violent Pacifist", which was considered very disturbing by the people in his town. He had a tendency to try to compromise, but ended up assaulting his offenders.

"What else is here to do..." Jereko whispered to himself.

Chris sat on a bench watching everyone that walked by with his green eyes. He had just entered the town, and he was worn out from his travels to the city. "I'm glad I finally made it." He sighed. He relaxed on the bench and it seemed like he was waiting for something to happen. After awhile he switched from people watching to looking up into the sky.

The HoverTrack soon arrived at a town to resupply. Eugene, feeling bored and uneasy, exited the vehicle and entered the town. He was rested, but hungry. 'I could sure go for a bite to eat...' he thought as he walked toward a pub. He sat at the counter, ordering 2 beers and a plate of fresh steak, and proceeded to eat and drink his fill.

Holland stood up and holstered his gun into his right hand carrier and then walked off from the bench he was sitting on. He wanted something to eat. So he walked towards the pub to get something to eat and maybe hear something interesting.

He entered the pub and asked for some bread and a piece of beef. He was quite hungry for some reason. He then paided the server and received his food and ate softly.