Returning from Ankhuria empty handed left a rather sour taste on Mikhael’s mouth. A taste that he could not get rid of no matter how much he tried. Questions echoed in his head as he worshipped His Lord and His Light, and he wondered, for the first time, about what drove the Great Baal to act as he did. Saying he was conflicted was an understatement, and saying that he wanted to forget the whole trip was as well. So the sourness persisted. 

And then.

Then it grew stronger as he opened his next contract and he found Hector’s face staring back at him. Now, Mikhael had admittedly realized the cowboy wannabe was slightly shady on their trip, but he hadn’t realized that meant there was a bounty on his head.