Chapter 9: Bismark Bounty 2

Dion Bismark.

Business magnate who had offended a big-named backer of Haven, known for his arrogance, and etherian abilities that made him dangerous to anyone who had tried to assassinate him.

Jakob knew that before long, Dion Bismark would die because of an accident. Jakob had wanted to wring that bastard's neck. For once, Jakob lost his calm, toneless, and he was just fury while maintaining the rifle.

Haven has a place where anyone could plan their actions. It came with a holographic map, and the room itself is technologically advanced military hardware proofed. Jakob was making use of the 3D map, planning the route where Dion would go.

Dion Bismark had caused Gharasu pain. It only came to Jakob after the awakening that he had received upon recalling that name. He wasn't here to save the world or act like a fate-defying genius. Jakob Recker was to live a second life and a second chance.

He wasn't a human who had so much ego and ambition to do so. Jakob Recker could admit that he was a petty human who had lived long enough to watch the end of the world.

Why would he spend time in such affairs? He just wanted to put a bullet inside Dion Bismark's head. Killing Dion Bismark wouldn't change anything, he was a business magnate who died without influencing the world around him, and his death only caused those who held a part of their wealth to devour him completely.

Jakob only knew that due to Dion's opinions that Gharasu did not receive the orders to evacuate.

Gharasu suffered, and because of it, the Old Guard died. Jakob wasn't going to fantasize that his future actions would cause the saving of Gharasu.

He only learned of this information when the Government of Aured failed them. When the Archives became available during the collapse, he learned the reason.

Because of a simple word from Dion Bismark, his hometown, Gharasu, couldn't be saved.  Jakob wasn't looking for any hope that his hometown would be able to avoid this disaster.

Fate had already moved their gears, and his actions had become too late. All those delusions of grandeur weren't something he needed doing.

Saving the data to his mobile device,  Jakob then checked on his grappler stake, it was working fine, well-maintained, and he could use it to navigate the sprawling urban jungle that is Aured City. Although initially, Jakob wanted to give his earnings to Dona but seeing that Dion Bismark was still alive. He lost reason.

Coming out of the room, he saw Helga appraising him.  Jakob stood across the counter where Helga was. She placed her hand on her chin while keeping her eyes on Jakob.

"Sure about this?"

"I am, do you have Karnifex around?"

"Who told you that?" She narrowed her eyes. "Ah, you came from that outpost, so you should know someone who knew. I was planning to have that thing destroyed, scrap for parts, but it's still a craft that can do wonders. I'll let you have it since it might as well have it. If you can pilot it."

"Let's go then," Jakob gestured with his head. Helga paced to the back of the bar, Jakob followed her through a narrow hallway and a single flight of stairs that led to a garage holding aerocrafts.

"Ain't she a wonder?" Helga caressed the Karnifex.  "Foldable wings, two machineguns on both wings, one cannon, and defunct missiles. This baby, however, had not flown for years now. Can you handler her?"

"I know how to fly. Does that count?"

"It does," Helga leaned on the Karnifex. "I hope you don't crash and burn, but that would be a good laugh itself."

Jakob blinked. He tapped the cockpit and pulled a level, opening the cockpit of the flier. Vaulting inside the cockpit, he tapped on the control systems and adjusted the settings to what he remembered.

"Whoa, you do know," Helga said with a surprised voice. "I doubted you, but this is wow."

"Should I take you for a ride?"

Helga's raised a brow, she then smiled. "Impress me then. Also, you can leave that rifle for now."

"I'll just put it into the craft," Jakob slid the rifle inside the tail of the craft. Helga vaulted in the cockpit, closed the hatch, and strapped the seatbelts on.

"Should I operate the garage doors?"

"No need," Jakob said tonelessly. "The craft's registered here, and I think you should do something about leaving the chipset around."

"I know, Olga said the same thing. Besides, I like to see people try."

Jakob flipped the switches inside the cockpit. He grabbed hold of the steering wheel and raised the garage doors. The Karnifex moved forward, breaking into 30mph while traveling through a straight passage.

It was then that the garage doors opened, and the Karnifex flew to the airspace, the wings spreading, and the speed increasing. Jakob steered the Karnifex through concrete towers, webbed skyways, and navigated below tight passages, producing a yelp from behind Jakob.

The Karnifex had the same controls, and the foldable wings allowed Jakob to passed through holes that would have plucked the wings from the Karnifex if he didn't fold then mid-flight.

Flying the Karnifex back to Haven, Jakob shook his focus and looked behind. Helga's hair was a mess, and yet there was an adrenaline-fueled smile on her lips.

"You are a good this, do you mind if we hire you to produce packages? Honestly, it feels like you had handled this craft for years. You're a natural at this."

"I think so too," Jakob said, caressing the steering wheel. "Before that, can I handle my bounty?"

"Yes," Helga got out of the flier. "I'll let you have it for now. Good, it seems like we found a pilot for her. Refill the tanks, then do what you can."

Helga walked out of the garage, leaving Jakob alone with the Karnifex. Pulling the 3D map, he recalled the location where Dion Bismark was going to be.

"A weapon show," Jakob said. "Too bad, I'll blow your brains out this time."

On the reflection of the cockpit, there was the face of an angry man.