"Numbered Accord?" Jellyfish touched his mask. "So you've been digging about us, eh? I am part of the Numbered Accord."
Vacuse didn't say anything for a while as he studied Jellyfish. The man wasn't showing any killing intent, but he couldn't use that to judge, and he knew that if a fight was to happen, there was ninety-nine percent guarantee that he would die.
Jellyfish noticed his hesitation and shrugged. "I'm not here to kill you. The bounty on your head has been called off and we were paid for the damages."
But that only made Vacuse stiffen. If the bounty had been called off, then it really wasn't the Black Accord that was after him but someone else.
He thought about it, but he couldn't think of one person that wanted him dead. He could think of dozens, but not the same way as the Black Accord had tried.
He looked at Jellyfish. "Who is the one? The person that first wanted me captured alive and then later killed?"
