He sat in his quarters, the lights set to a dim glow. In his left hand his 10mm plasma sidearm, a service award given to him by none other than the CEO of Kaalakiota herself. In his left hand, Nerve Sticks. What had driven him to this point? What was he planning to do? Walk up to the target and fire? Wouldn’t get within 100 meters. Still, he had to try. Jax ruined his life, taken everything. The rage swelled again within him. All the hardships endured. The painful capsuleer surgery. Most of all the pain of loss. It’s a crazy thing being immortal. His wife was long dead. His kids grown and estranged. He was all alone to face eternity. But now, NOW! After all this time the bastard shows his face. Finally, an ending to a plan long in the making. The crew he hired could take care of the Guards no problem there, they were specialists after all and paid well. Jax however, was going to be all his. Revenge glittered in his eyes as the magazine click into the receiver.