Kadara: Kurinth's Valley (One Week Later)
Kaetus stood at the mouth of the cave opening, looking out over one of the many hot springs. The geysers were prefect for hiding body temperatures. Even though the Pathfinder had successfully activated the Vault, there were still pockets of sulfur filled hot spots. The planet was still stabilizing, but it was getting better. Soon Kadara would be a welcoming planet to those who wanted the true frontier experiences.
He chuckled at the thought. All those assholes that had left him and his own to make their own way; were now dependent on the planet they had helped to build. His thoughts drifted to Sloane. He missed her. Her backbone and impervious attitude along with her sharp mind. He could use her here now.
His mandibles flared with anger as his eyes scanned the ground below him. That bastard "Charlatan" had taken his friend in a dirty fight. Sloane had the mind and heart of a turian. It was one of the many things her had liked about her, but not the only thing. She was also human too. No one including himself had thought Sloane would have to worry about a bullet in the back.
And the Pathfinder had not stopped any of it. She had been there. When Kaetus had asked the Pathfinder why? His hands curled into fists.
"Because I didn't like her. Plain and simple." The Pathfinder's words had been cold and cruel. That's what it had come down to—a petty reason. His best friend was dead because of one woman's literal whim. Because Sloane hadn't been a push over.
Footsteps sounded behind him. He didn't bother to turn to see who it was. He knew by the heavy thudding footsteps.
"You have her?" He asked.
His second, an older krogan named Shank, "We've tracked her vehicle. They have takin' the bait and are heading towards the lowlands."
"Good, get the men ready to move out," Kaetus relaxed a little. The hardest part had been getting the right information spread around without giving too much away. He wasn't the Charlatan. He didn't like being sneaky and double dealing. He preferred to work in the open. But he knew enough that he needed a plan. Especially if he wanted both the Charlatan and the Pathfinder.
The problem had been in separating them. He smiled his mandibles flaring with delight in the slip up on the Charlatan's part. He hadn't been as careful as he thought. Reyes Vidal had feelings for Ryder. It was the rumor of Kadara Port. And if he wanted one, he only needed to catch the other.