Temujin watched the morning wake from his balcony, mulling over the events that transpired the night before. Ohkar was perched on the railway next to him, and together they embraced silence like two predators calculating the outcome of today's bounty. 

"Today, will be an extravagant hunt." He said to Ohkarr, combing his sleek wings that jittered in the cold. "We will see the true potential of our newfound companions..." 

Ohkarr squawked quietly, eyes darting between Temujin and the site of two winged avians in the distance. Temujin spotted them sailing around an apartment rooftop a few distances away, and with a simple nod, Ohkarr leapt off the rail. He watched as the bird fell toward the earth, then straightened its wings to arch its way toward the direction of his new prey. Ohkarr did as trained, approaching its victims without trace as he glided smoothly from below. It stalked them; reading their strafing patterns and corrected its course angle until he found an opening. 

"Now." Temujin whispered. 

Ohkarr saw the opportunity just as his companion did. He engaged his prey at a quickened pace, rolling with the gusts of wind to gain momentum. Before either of his prey could screech, Ohkarr had extended its limbs and crunched vital areas, immediately feasting on his breakfast, mid-air. 

"Good." 

As Ohkarr made his way back, Temujin noticed something wrapped around one of the legs of the avians. He whistled a distinct shrill that called for Ohkarr to return quicker. As he arrived, Temujin raised his open hand, gesturing for Ohkarr to hand over the bird. Reluctantly, it nabbed at its fleshy neck and dropped it onto his palm. Upon closer inspection, Temujin realized it was a papered note wrapped tightly around its leg with copper wire. He grasped it from its bindings and opened it. Its contents brought a satisfying grin on the Mongol-Kadesan's face. 

"Target confirmed." 

The plan is set. He chucked the paper down below and walked back into his lodgings. "Close the window..." A muffled voice came from his bed. "It's freezing." Temujin's grin remained as he glanced at the curves of his latest distraction. Her skin ruminated with dark opalescent hues of deep sapphire, contrasting with her bright limestone frizzled hair. He walked over and gently leaned forward, kissing her shoulder. He had, as his people would call it, "flesh-danced" with a variety of women since his arrival on Tryliin --- a result of usual cast off flings from many drunken nights of stupor; but she was different. She had a purpose. She had a part to play. 

"We must get ready, my love." Such gentle words were only reserved for those who risked to tame his battle-scarred heart. "today is a new day..." 

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The place of gathering was in worse condition than his own housing. Clearly this part of Oasis was the poorest of its lowtown neighborhoods. He weaved through a sea of homeless drifters that littered the building with ill regard for themselves, and those around them. The smells were pungent, but nothing worth his concern. The sight of these unfortunate individuals did not repulse Temujin, rather, they were a reflection onto himself. He too, is a drifter; a man without a home. The only difference between him and them, he reasoned, was his will to not let that fact destroy him. He had come too far to let that happen. 

Temujin eventually found the apartment room. His sensors detected two organic energy signatures, and another oscillating at a more mechanical frequency. He entered through the door without a knock, and matched the helmet analysis with the people in the room, noting the absence of Silus, Elin and her bodyguards. His helmet brought up chemical analysis of the dissipated smoke coming from Kintya's cigarette, and that which she exhaled. "I have a more quality narcotic. Less harmful. More aromatic." Temujin's voice came at a low volume from his helmet speakers. He nodded to the robot, and then to the Kin'eko'chi. Trusting them was still an issue, but their early show of attendance - compared to the rest of the group - at the very least, showed commitment. "So, Kintya... are you ready?" Temujin glanced through the giant opening of the ceiling that exposed the outside air. In a split second, he caught Ohkarr gliding effortlessly above.