The Mad Bounty Hunter of Remnant: Rising Storm

Chapter 21: Many Roads

"Heading to the first rendezvous point. Male clear for landing."

One of the bullhead pilots said while their monkey pressed several buttons while their co-pilot a female with tusks turned to Sidious.

"We've reached the edge of Sanus. From here Adam's sect will take over."

Sidious nodded once before the main pilot added.

"That means while you earned our respect doesn't mean you earned theirs."

'Ah racism. Classic.'

Hector thought before the bullhead began to descend towards an open clearing where three large trucks came from the treeline. Upon landing the pilot offered some advice to their boss.

"Just stay quiet and they won't do or say much... I think."

'Wow thanks.'

Hector thought bitterly before giving a nod upon which he stepped out of the bullhead and was met with the truck in the middle coming to a slow stop in front of him.

The passenger side door slowly opened and Hector was immediately met with a LARGE man around 6'7 maybe 6'9. So much so Hector was willing to bet his left lung that the truck went up by a good three inches when he got off.

With broad shoulders, black gloves with arm guards with spikes, black boots, pants and a gray vest. And a mask similarly to Adam's say except the two fang like additions to the edge of the mask pointing downwards and said mask being somewhat darker.

The exposed part of his arms were littered with tattoos aswell as being interrupted with scars which Hector was almost looking straight up just to see him eye to eye.

'Fe Fi Fo Fum, what bean stalk you fall from?'

Hector thought as the large man asked in a almost bewildered tone.

"THIS is the guy Adam is working with? Thought he'd be taller."

This made Hector from behind his mask narrow his eyes at him almost immediately. He was expecting to have his race insulted, not his height.

"..."

He would snap back but seeing how these guys were out of his control Hector knew it was best not to agitate.

"Well hop in the back. Hope you have something to eat cause this is gonna be a looong ride."

He said in amusement before giving a dark chuckle as he got back into the passenger side of the truck.
Hector cursing in Spanish got in the back that was empty say for a few boxes and a pile of hay.

He would've used his criminal empire but seeing as how the Spiders have been acting aggressive Hector couldn't risk his visit being ruined. Even if he wasn't on anyone's radar, that didn't mean a person couldn't ask around to pick up any little bit of information he left behind on accident.

'Hopefully Traya is having a better time.'

Somewhere in Mistral...

Walking down a dirt path Traya while holding a walking stick was still heading towards the thing Hector disappointingly forgot about.
He was smart, clever, strong willed yet he still had his faults like any other person.

His passion was a double edged sword, though Hector had the drive to stop the war she could see Hector walking a thin line between drive and obsession.
Though passion gives a person drive to overcome any obstacles- it could easily turn into a all-consuming obsession that will lead to the person neglecting others presence, help, health and well-being.