Yondu growled away angrily as Peter hung up the call. "Damnit Quill! Alright, post a bounty around the orphanage. 40 bucks to any junker that can find him alive!"

The Ravagers were a fierce New York Gang from Bronxville. They only owned an orphanage as a cover, however, all the kids still lived there. Yondu was their leader. "Alive? Why would you want that punk alive? After what he just did? We shoulda just brought him to our employer like we were supposed to! You have always been soft on him!" one of the Ravagers said.

"Hey! Now don't you worry about Mr. Quill. When I get him back alive, I'm going to kill him myself. But for now, what we do need to worry about is who else wants that orb!"

Ronan sat at his desk in his office alone. He flipped through the pages of reports. Vandalism, murder, theft, arson. Ronan worked in the government and still couldn't understand why anyone in or out of the government would do this. Being a school's principle, you would expect him to be a kind old man. But Ronan Kreeson VII was a dangerous man. He had no tolerance for crime. His employee brought in a kid who as bleeding from the mouth. The employee let go of his collar and left him bleeding and grasping for breath. Ronan didn't even look up from his desk. "They call me terrorist, radical, zealot. Because I obey the rules my family has passed down for generations, and punish those who do not. Because I do not forgive this savage place for destroying the reputation of my family and slowly killing them. 100 years of rebellion will not be forgotten!"

His captive slowly looked up. "You can't do this! You're just the principle of some ghetto NYC high school!"

"Exactly my point. This is all you think me to be. A dictator to a school of insolent teenagers. But me and my family are so much more. We have fought in every American war, leading the charge against tyranny since the beginning of the American dream. Now, me and my family name have been brought down to this." Ronan monologued.

"You will never have authority here!" His prisoner yelled.

"No." Ronan replied. "I will cure you."

He pulled a loaded gun from his pocket and shot him down. "Excuse me. Could you clean the bloodstains off the wall."

His employee nodded and walked out. Ronan turned to look out his window.

"Ronan." he heard a voice behind him say.