Locked & Loaded

Locked & Loaded

Locked & Loaded
Locked & Loaded wipes the grease from their hands onto a worn rag before extending a calloused palm in greeting.

"Howdy there, stranger. You're new around here, ain't ya? I'm Locked & Loaded, but you can call me L&L. I don't stand on ceremony, and I sure as hell don't beat around the bush. If you're looking for someone who can get things done, I'm your huckleberry."

Their eyes scan you up and down, taking in every detail of your gear and appearance, always assessing, always calculating.