"The new normal" (Kaiju Paradise story)

Chapter 4.5: The Target.

Jerry stared into the computer on his desk blankly, his hand fidgeting with Owens batsaber as he continued to have the thought: "I told him...I told him it was only a matter of time before something would end up being too much for him..."
Jerry sighed with a mix of irritation and sadness as he looks down at the deactivated bat saber.
"Damn it Owen..."
He said under his breath as he put the saber away into a drawer and started typing down things in his computer for a moment.
Only a few mere sentences into whatever it was he had been typing, he suddenly has the thought of vengeance deep in his soul, and he stops for a moment to focus on his thoughts.
"I can't just sit in this stupid zone and let whichever Gootraxian out there get away with this..."
Jerry looked back down at the saber again, contemplating his actions he can, or should, take.
Finally, with an irritated sigh, he got up, put his scientist coat on the racket in the corner, and went back over to the twins, who were now at Abbles little makeshift shop she had made in the zone.
"Why and when did anyone allow a slimepup of all things to start a business with humans?"
Jerry thought to himself as he looked at Abble, and the many posters of her around the shop.
He always found the whole...concept of this a bit stupid, I mean, she spins a wheel to determine what you get for God's sake!
None the less, Jim and Tim were there, giving Abble some of those...bloxy credits? He didn't remember what they were called, all he needed to know was he gave em to Abble and she'd give em a weapon, simple enough.
Jim seemed to get one of those...Kaiju bashers, he believed they were called, and Tim got a machete.
The twins soon noticed Jerry and his vengeful feeling presence and looked at him a bit nervously.
"Uh, everything good man?"
Tim says awkwardly as Jim just stands around, waiting for Jerry to say something.
"Yes... everything is...about as fine as it can be, given the situation...anyways, gentlemen, tell me, what did this Hazzy that took down Owen look like..."
Jerry says, a look of anger and hate spread over his face, which made the twins all the more nervous.
"Uh, it was a pretty torn up one...uh, battle damaged, you could say..."
Jim says after a moment.
"That's not enough, plenty of those hazzies are scarred from battles they have with humans."
Jerry says irritably, a growl under his tone as he spoke.
"Well, uh, I think...that their ear is a bit torn apart, and they...uh...have a long scar down their neck as well..."
Tim says thoughtfully, trying to get the image of the Hazzy that had killed Owen and the other person in front of their eyes.
Jerry's eyes widened slightly and he looked behind him towards a wall, a small little poster...no, a makeshift 'wanted' poster with the Hazzy on it.
WANTED
DEAD.
The "or alive" of the usual sign was scribbled out, there was a pretty nice price on this hazzies head as well.
"Gentlemen, today we're hunting a Hazzy..."