Called ‘The Vulture’, he had an ‘arrangement’ with the Commander allowing him to relieve the dead of any trinkets, gold teeth etc. Any cash he handed over to the Commander. A good arrangement; one he was careful to preserve.
Following a recent bloody massacre, he went into the village, stripping the victims of anything valuable. His was macabre, ruthless work, but he never ‘finished off’ any of the victims; he didn’t have the stomach for it. The young man was trying to pull the pin on a grenade when he'd died. Disturbing him, ‘The Vulture’ lost more than his stomach.