The Green Dragon bashhound was blunt and direct. All four limbs were cyber replacements and whatever was left of his original flesh and blood had been enhanced by steroids. His armor was olive green, almost black in the night. A yellow Chinese dragon reared proudly on his chest plate. He carried a double-barreled plasma blaster on a sling at his side. He had not put in an appearance till after the retractable bridge had clanked back across the river. Mato sat behind the controls of the Phrenorian aircar and extended his PAD to the bashhound. The five warriors that accompanied Zhoh and Mato sat in the two backseats of the vehicle. In the passenger seat, Zhoh remained calm and assumed a look of disinterest, but his eight eyes took in everything around them. Three other bashhounds worked the outpost and they were connected to a team inside the Cheapdock sec offices. If anything happened on the bridge, automated defense systems would pop up and reinforcements would be on the way in seconds.
