The Hunt Begins.

[Reverend Del]

As Herne walked into the med-bay he culd hear the sounds of someone thrashing around, he smiled to himself, given the rest of the med-bay was quiet as the grave that had to be his man. Herne very much hoped it was or he was down one pilot.

He got to the bed as the doctor turned around, the doc threw Herne a contemptuous glance, "He's all yours, let's go ladies and gents." The doctor and his team stomped out.

Herne walked up to the man's head and leaned in.

"Welcome back Mr. Fisher. Let me tell you how this is going to be, I pulled you out of your wreck and whilst I was doing this charitable act I came across something quite interesting. Now I needn't go into full details, needless to say you're black box is staying with me for now. In return for not sending this, and you, back to Liberty on the next transport, I want you to do something for me."

Herne undid the restraints holding down the man's head allowing the man to turn his face towards Herne.

"Simply put I have a job for you, down in hangar 4 there is fully equipped and ready to fly Bounty Hunter Bomber, it wasn't cheap so I've had a few optional extras installed in it to protect my investment. I shan't tell you what they are, that way you won't be tempted to go looking for them."

Herne didn't like this bad boy act, but this fella was trouble, Herne could tell. Plus what he'd seen from the recordings meant Herne couldn't trust him as far as he could throw him, but he could follow orders that much was clear. Herne undid the rest of the straps that were holding Fisher down.

"Get dressed I'll be in the corridor, don't take too long. Oh and welcome to the Bounty Hunter's Guild."

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.