Vido was sure this wasn’t what they were expecting to discover from a bounty. He’d led them on quite well, fleeing every damn chance he got. But -- well, they’d always been persistent.

He was against the ground now, pinned and breathing a bit heavier. They’d been hunting him what, a week now? Stubborn ass, they were. Of course, they didn’t know it was him; he’d had a disguise. Always with a helmet, though that was for more than one reason. A wry grin spread on his face. Truly, damn his luck.

His helmet had broken and fell off in the fight. Bastard broke his fucking helmet. Strong, even now. He was sure they recognized him now. Sure, he had a nasty burn scar over his face -- and across half his entire body -- but it was hard to forget a face you’d seen so close and so often as they had. He drew his tongue over his busted bottom lip.

“We’re matching now,” he spoke hoarsely, lifting a shaky hand to tap at the scarring over his face. They didn’t look quite as amused as he was.