Noh-Varr could remember his ship crashing. His parents being killed, as well as everyone else who had been with them. Everyone but him. He had survived the crash, though looking back on it now, he really started to wish he hadn’t. This man, this scientist or whatever it was he called himself, had made the Kree’s life hell.<br/><br/>He was under the man’s control, forced to do what he wished, feeding off of his own hatred of the human race for what had happened. Noh-Varr was on one such mission for the good doctor at some sort of entertainment show. The target was sitting in the first row, dead center, eyes fixed on the man on the bike at the center of the stadium. It would have been easy enough to take him out, he was only human after all, but that would cause an uproar and the doctor wanted this to be quiet. The right people would get the message, there was no need to cause any mass hysteria.<br/><br/>As the show came to an end, Noh-Varr tailed the man. He seemed to be a little paranoid that he was being followed, ducking into side alleys, and dark streets. This was no problem for the Kree though. Tracking the man down, Noh-Varr waited until he had slipped into one of the alleys behind some restaurant before he struck.<br/><br/>It was over far quicker than he would have liked. The man cried out, tried to plead for his life, bargain with his attacker, anything to spare him. It all fell on deaf ears as Noh-Varr, in one hand, snapped his neck, throwing the body against the brick wall. He was to return to the Cube, await his next orders, but there was something bothering the Kree soldier. Turning, he peered into the darkness, eyes narrowed as the sounds of a bike met his ears.