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"Look kid, I don't know who you are or where you came from but I didn't invite you to come with us in our 'wheels'." Freelancer studied the knife in his hand and a hundred different scenarios ran through his mind of what the kid could do it attack...each one ending with how Marcus could kill him. "Look if your useful I may let you come with us. I'm looking for somebody, a man named James Hill. You guys know him?" Freelancer asked as he saw a pack of Twinkies on a rack and grabbed them, then put them in his pocket. Before either of the two could answer Freelancer once again spoke directly to the Asian, he could tell he was Korean by his eye orientation and other small facial features. You spend enough time fighting shadow wars with China, North Korea, Vietnam and the rest of those Asian countries you got good at telling them apart. "Now put that knife down before you poke your eye out...Koreans with weapons make me nervous"