The Ravager was satisfied. The message was in place, the bait set. Now, the waiting game began, as it was only a matter of time until the target came to him. Oh, a lot of time had been put into this plan, months of it, in fact. Grant had a hitlist, and while Jilocasin had been at the top of it since the death of his brother, that plan required more people in planning than just himself. It was a plain fact, Jilocasin's powers were far beyond his physical enhancements, an opponent he couldn't take down alone. 

But this plan of his was something he knew he could undertake on his own. 

Revenge for an eye.
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The night wind breezed past as Grant waited, helm in hand, at the entrance to the hideout of his best friend. 

Rachel. 

From the looks of things, she had changed her identity as a hero. Briefly he wondered what she went by now, before running a hand over the eyepatch covering his right eye. What would she think? What would she say? 

She was his best friend, and he had vanished without a trace for months. They hadn't spoken since, hadn't [i]seen[/i] each other since. A momentary look at his reflection in a nearby window showed his face, his dark brown hair. Since he had disappeared, he hadn't cut it, and it was starting to become chin length. He wondered if he should comb it back like his father. 

He turned around when headlights lit up the wall and there she was. 

"Hello Rachel."