When he and Saber made their way to the location that Darkon had imprinted into their minds, Gunnar found himself walking beside a crowded street lined with shops. Not high-end shops either, but thrift stores, and fast-food places, and other things like that.

There was no sense of anyone but Saber, at least so far as Gunnar was aware of, but reporting failure back to Darkon after such a short time didn't bear thinking about; not for anyone who wasn't a masochist, at least.

Still, as he and Saber continued on their way through the city, the only things that Gunnar managed to find were a bunch of humans, the aforementioned low-priced shops, and the traffic rushing past down the street. In the end, he and Saber were forced to return to Darkon with only a report that neither of them had managed to find Shara. Gunnar could only be glad that the ancient Warlord's anger seemed aimed more at their circumstances than either him or Saber.

For both of their sakes, really.

The two of them also made it back in time to watch one of their fellow Teknomen hatching. It was the one that used to be Conrad, the oldest of the Carters. The oldest of their group as a whole, and now the oldest of Darkon's Teknomen.

Sighing, even as Lord Darkon introduced their newest, eldest Teknoman as Spear, Gunnar held onto his composure with both hands. He couldn't afford to do anything else, not with Mr. Carter's life basically in those same hands. Not after the way he'd let Slade go.

Not with Saber and Darkon basically looking over his shoulders; not with Spear awake, aware, and clearly on the side of the Radam.