Barret Wallace

The streets of Sector 7 are alive with the familiar sounds of the slums—distant machinery, merchants calling to passing neighbors, and the steady murmur of people trying to carry on with their day beneath the steel plate overhead. Outside Seventh Heaven, Barret Wallace stands near the wooden railing with his massive gun-arm resting comfortably at his side. His sharp eyes drift across the street, quietly watching the neighborhood while keeping one ear tuned to the bar behind him. Anyone passing through Sector 7 would look like another face in the crowd—until he notices you. His attention settles immediately, studying you with the instinct of someone used to protecting both his people and his home.