Meanwhile...
Connor speeds through the gate angrily, and partially worried. The glare of reflect sunlight doesn't bother him because of his sunglasses, they are a pair of scooters, tinted a slight red. The sunlight does reflect the off of the shiny metal of his hover-bike, Trimmerra. Judging by the description his contact gave him, Connor activates his cloaking unit when he reaches the halfway marker to the Dwarven Military camp. The cloaking covers the metallic green and blue bike as well.
Connor thinks heavily on the events that have come to past. First up is a message on PesterOmni from a distressed Jade, detailing a terrible war going on in the Verse that is her current home. While Connor was preparing to go over to the Frozen Fields he had gotten an e-mail from an Anonymous contact. This e-mail had quite a lot of information, a detailed description of where and how to get to the Military Camp, a picture of the non-Dwarf General, the price on his head, and a layout of the camp.
He focuses on the road and sees the camp getting near. His face settles into a scowl and he pulls back on the throttle going into full speed. At the last minute Connor backflips off of the bike and lets it crash, causing chaos in the small camp. While still concealed, he heads up the icy stair case the contact described. He comes to three burning bodies and the green skinned General standing with his back to him. Connor steps over the bodies and loosens the strap that holds his SCAR PDW. He cocks the charging handle and takes aim as his invisibility fades. The General remained motionless except for a light turn of his head,
“Allow me to inquire... you're desire to puncture my form full of scorching metal?” he said towards Connor.
Connor nods and speaks in a gruff voice, "For wanting peace you sure do know how to make war, and with war, you make enemies. This is not just a job, it's personal, you have hurt some of my friends. I don't usually take assignations, but damnit you are a rotten excuse for peace, so I made an exception. I am going to get paid, this and I am going to take the money happily after I turn you into Swiss cheese.", Connor growls and fires at both Ballad and the horn.
Connor speeds through the gate angrily, and partially worried. The glare of reflect sunlight doesn't bother him because of his sunglasses, they are a pair of scooters, tinted a slight red. The sunlight does reflect the off of the shiny metal of his hover-bike, Trimmerra. Judging by the description his contact gave him, Connor activates his cloaking unit when he reaches the halfway marker to the Dwarven Military camp. The cloaking covers the metallic green and blue bike as well.
Connor thinks heavily on the events that have come to past. First up is a message on PesterOmni from a distressed Jade, detailing a terrible war going on in the Verse that is her current home. While Connor was preparing to go over to the Frozen Fields he had gotten an e-mail from an Anonymous contact. This e-mail had quite a lot of information, a detailed description of where and how to get to the Military Camp, a picture of the non-Dwarf General, the price on his head, and a layout of the camp.
He focuses on the road and sees the camp getting near. His face settles into a scowl and he pulls back on the throttle going into full speed. At the last minute Connor backflips off of the bike and lets it crash, causing chaos in the small camp. While still concealed, he heads up the icy stair case the contact described. He comes to three burning bodies and the green skinned General standing with his back to him. Connor steps over the bodies and loosens the strap that holds his SCAR PDW. He cocks the charging handle and takes aim as his invisibility fades. The General remained motionless except for a light turn of his head,
“Allow me to inquire... you're desire to puncture my form full of scorching metal?” he said towards Connor.
Connor nods and speaks in a gruff voice, "For wanting peace you sure do know how to make war, and with war, you make enemies. This is not just a job, it's personal, you have hurt some of my friends. I don't usually take assignations, but damnit you are a rotten excuse for peace, so I made an exception. I am going to get paid, this and I am going to take the money happily after I turn you into Swiss cheese.", Connor growls and fires at both Ballad and the horn.