"Look, I don't know who the hell you two are. I don't know what you want with me. All I do know, is that right now, all I can trust is myself. You try to follow me, and I'll take two shots. One six inches to the left of your right shoulder, then another, thirty seconds later, on your shoulder. That a good enough deterrent for you?" Kairos snarls, turning his Sparrow, and sending the vehicle to it's limit, leaving a dust trail behind. The storm looms overhead, dark and ominous.