Not much escaped Ghorua's eyes these days.
Being in the know was how he kept food on the table. It seemed nearly half his waking hours were spent researching targets for fellow bounty hunters, and giving them that silver bullet they needed for the catch. It was hard work, for sure. He had his own small ring of slicers he needed to coordinate and keep updated, and constant calls between them and the hunters he supplied. Many of these hunters knew his reputation, from his suspected work with the GenoHaradan, or the Black Sun, or, rarely, his capture of Lady Kay, and were surprised by his sudden shift to deskwork. He always told them, 'my time in the limelight has passed. Take some of the glory for yourself.'
But each time someone asked that question, Ghorua got that yearning in his stomach. To get up and do something.
Of course, Ghorua kept tabs on his friends. He needed to be sure they were alright, that they didn't need his help. There were, of course, times he heard about events after the fact, and those times saddened him greatly, but whenever he caught something before it happened, he sent his slicers to push things back into place. It was the least he could do, quite literally, but it was something.
So when he caught wind of what had happened, that yearning in the pit of his gut wasn't to be ignored. He had to get up.
He'd done some digging into where Kay might be. She was difficult to track down these days. She didn't make waves wherever she went anymore. She stepped quietly, and because of that, it felt more like tracking down someone in hiding, rather than catching up with an old friend. But Ghorua eventually found it. The silver bullet.
Building materials were being shipped out to a familiar neck of the woods.
The Jawsome breached Commenor's atmosphere, and Ghorua directed it to a clearing in the wilderness, only a minute's walk away from the ruins of the Chateau. The enormous star yacht touched down, smoothly dispersing it's weight across a bed of grass. The exit ramp hissed as it fell, letting Ghorua disembark. He was just as enormous as ever, wearing a casual dark undershirt and shorts. A few weapons, like his knife and pistols, were on his person, but he was as unarmed as one could expect him to be.
He wasn't sure what would be waiting for him here. But he knew that he had to be here for it. For her sake.
- Kay -