Billy was already trying to put together an idea of the sort of place Cain could have come from. Some tyrannical country, or at least a byproduct of some depraved radical sect. But from where? As far as Billy could tell, Cain sounded as though he were from America. But it was that frustrating American accent that could put him just about anywhere. He couldn't exactly see a radical fringe group training specialized soldiers with high tech gear in middle of Kansas.
"Then allow me to assist with your learning. Because, you see, I specialize in such things as blending in." He pulled one hand from his pocket and extended it to Cain as if they were only just meeting. "Billy Collins."
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Date: 2015-04-24 07:43 am (UTC)"Then allow me to assist with your learning. Because, you see, I specialize in such things as blending in." He pulled one hand from his pocket and extended it to Cain as if they were only just meeting. "Billy Collins."