So bored. So bored. Soooooo bored. How long has he been lying here? At least 5 hours. This Dreg better get here soon. He was losing patience and fast. "-sigh- I'm no Hunter. Why was I pinned with this job? I'm too old for this. My joints will ache." "[i]You've never had arthritis. You're not that old.[/i]" "You don't know! I'm over 200!" "[i]True, but your body is aged at 37.[/i]" "That's old enough." "[i]We're not having this conversation. You have work to do.[/i]" And his Ghost was right. There he was. Raxis the Disavowed. Somewhat infamous. Closer to the Darkness than most Elinski. Definitely over the whole House of Kings. Were they sailing here? Maybe. That would be wonderful if he could have a good chat with old friends. No time for memories, Jonathan just kill the Dreg, steal his cargo, and bribe the Wolves. Ahhhh the Wolves. They really hated him. After a team of Tower Guardians took out their representatives to the Cosmodrome's Kings, they tried the Rockies Kings. John wouldn't have it. He talked the Kings out of Skolas' master plan. The Wolves incited the Devils. They struck down the Kings. After Rasputin's doomsday weapon went off, John went off grid. The only Kings left that he was friends with were the Atlantians. A powerful group that controlled most of Earth's oceans. He was getting sidetracked. The Dreg was nearly in position. He charged his palm with lightning. Aim for the engine. Take out his mobility. Then- The Dreg's head exploded. The ether spewed out like it was from a spigot. John climbed out his hiding place and investigated the body. The pike was nearby and undamaged. "[i]Appears to have come from 58 degrees Northeast[/i]" "Thanks" John scanned the area and saw a glint. Great. Probably from the Tower. Obviously the Dreg was his target. But no one was above cashing a bounty. Especially on him. John decided to take the risky path considering he was already exposed. See what this one was planning. He waved the sniper. Hopefully he had a semblance of a parley.