CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Stranger could remember better than most beings on Oddworld, especially better than the always-forgetful Mudokons. He could remember every one of those last bounties – Blisterz Booty, Filthy Hands Floyd, the Looten Duke, and many others – but none had left such an impression in him as the time he had crossed trails with bounty hunter D. Caste Raider.
The thought of Raider made him grit his teeth.
Not only had the big, tough outlaw stripped him of much of his gear, Raider had discovered his Steef identity, ruining Stranger’s bounty hunter career, and then had ordered his “boys” to skin Stranger alive to collect the bounty from Sekto. Then the Grubbs had set him free, and he had started his great vendetta against Sekto.
He sighed. That had been a long time ago. Not many people had come to him for bounties since that encounter…and it was all D. Caste Raider’s fault in the end. If he had just told Sekto to shut up, and ignored the bounty…
But would Stranger himself have done anything better? Would the Steef have rejected such a prospect - $20,000? No, he knew, but that didn’t excuse Raider for his crimes. Stranger had never cared that much about the process of right and wrong, since it was so complicated, but in the end, he had to say what Raider had done was wrong.
It was wrong because it had been done to him. If it had been done to Raider, it would be perfectly acceptable to Stranger.
He decided that, after they turned Abe in for the bounty, and he had his cash, he was going to go back to Raider’s hideout. He had left the Outlaw on fire; he didn’t know if his enemy had been killed by the explosions in the building, or if the wily bruiser had managed to get away.
The Steef clenched his fists and jaw; if Raider had escaped, it wouldn’t be so any longer.
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Sorry, short chapter I know.
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