“So…You’re the Motherfucker that’s keeping Graves in Wherever the fuck you’re keeping him. I gotta ask. Whats your Motive for taking the Commander, sure Shadow Company and Los Vaqueros aren’t on the greatest terms but even we Vaqueros wouldn’t stoop this low.” Sparrow asked, Sitting down across from Seraphim, A Revolver in her Side Holster and an Assault Rifle on her Back.
Seraphim sits across, tilting her head, a playful grin upon her face.
"Because I can." She says with a shrug.














