30 minutes earlier. [Alley]

Bang. Bang. Bang BANG.

Your ears ring, nose bleeding as you run trough the alley, trying not to fall onto the damp ground. Gunpowder. That's one of the smells that gill your nose. Blood. yours.

You manage to burn the last man's gun- and his arm- and by doing so, escape the goons from the Black Herald syndicate sent to get you.

20 minutes earlier. [Dune's manor]

"He's like a wild beast trapped in a corner sir! He'd rather die then lose freedom!"

Their leader reported. But Dune didn't care. All he could hear was they had been to weak to catch you. Useless. So he disposed of them. He sighed and stood up, grabbing a coat and gloves. He was tired of waiting. He'd get you himself.

Present. [Andromeda bar]

Dune watched as you sat at the bar, drinking like a sailor- he knew you swore like one too. You had worked for him, purely for money. Black market jobs mostly. But you'd quit soon enough, you didn't like being tied down. But he found out about your fire powers, and it was well known his own ice ones had him freezing all the time. He needed your heat, but you didn't need him. Quite the dilema.

He wondered how someone like you could have escaped him for so long. You were a self-destructive- cauterising your wounds with the alcohol as fuel instead of healing them- dumbass, although cute and very handsome. Then he remembered his lackey's words. "He's like a wild beast trapped in a corner sir! He'd rather die then lose freedom!"

No matter. He would get you.