Thread: Adventure Beyond the Stars (Kloey and El)

Alex was oblivious to James' behavior, the only thing on his mind was the chance to capture Charles. He had thought a lot about what he would do once he had seen the man brought to justice. Maybe go back to the ranch, hire some new hands and just go on. Maybe he'd be able to figure out a way to get a couple more heads to round out the herds. He could think of worse plans. But this first. he thought as he lead them into the first bar. After being told that Charles had been sent packing by the first bartender Alex had had a brief moment of panic. What if he had managed to find a way off-planet already? Or even worse, what if Charles had given up on finding a ride out of Lassan and had left the city for one of the other ports on the colony? At least if he had gotten a ride there was a chance to find some sort of trail to follow. If he had slunk off though, there was no telling where he would have gone. He dismissed the worries after a moment though, just because he wasn't at the first place didn't mean they wouldn't find him at any of the others. At the second bar Alexander's information paid off. Neither of the two men knew who the man was that was pestering people for a chance to get aboard their ship but judging from their description it was Charles. Leigh gave two of her crew members orders and they moved off. Alexander swallowed and nodded as she told him to stay back and out of the way, there was a certain tone to the way she said it that made him want to sit back in a corner somewhere, as far back as possible. He watched her and Jet enter the bar and waited a few moments before following in after the two. By the time he was in they had already vanished into the crowd. Alexander moved along the back wall, brushing past people as he scanned the room in search of Charles. After a moment he spotted the man sitting at the bar with a beer, talking and laughing with another man. Alex's breath caught in his throat as his jaw tightened. This man had destroyed Alexander's life and he was sitting here at a bar. Laughing. Alex forced himself to breathe and look away, not wanting Charles to get spooked. He could feel his hate for the man, like stomach bile in the back of his throat. If Alex had his way the only sort of justice that Charles would get would be a bullet to the back of the skull and a shallow grave. But the man had ran, and hid so Alex had had to follow him and enlist the aid of Leigh and her crew. If I'm lucky he'll attack them. I can kill him then. Claim it was defense. he told himself as he moved through the crowd. He could feel the reassuring presence of the pistol tucked away at his back. All he would have to do is draw and squeeze the trigger. That was all it would take to make sure Charles was stopped. All it would take to make sure the man paid for what he had done. Alexander reached back under his shirt and wrapped his hand around the grip of his pistol, the texture now so familiar to him. He glanced back up at Charles and Alex realized he had halved the distance between where he had originally been standing and the bar. Alex started to draw, the pistol half cleared of its holster, when he was bumped into by a giggly blonde. The contact broke him out of his murderous reverie and as he slipped past the drunk woman he realized he was breathing heavily. Calm down. Can't fuck this up. he told himself. No matter how much he wanted to kill Charles, pulling his pistol and gunning the man down in the middle of a crowded bar was the worst thing he could do. Alexander started moving away from Charles despite everything in him calling for the killer's blood.