Vancouver, Canada
He checked the read-out again, just to make double sure. Then he swore, as loudly as he could. Given that the nearest people were roughly a dozen floors below him, that was pretty damn loud.
He hadn't counted on Frasier arriving that soon. Alright, so Mimir had warned him about the uncertainty of tracking him, given what little data hed been able to gather, but even so, he'd expected a few more months before the next phase of the plan. Never mind. he'd just have to re-adjust. After all, what was the point of all his equipment if he couldn't adjust to a change in the data.
He re-calibrated the meta-scan and set out another sweep, this time along the west coast of the USA. Hopefully this time he'd pick something up, he'd need help if Frasier was as big as the legends said he was. Not that he'd ever put much faith in legends, but it paid to be cautious, especially in this case.
As the scan continued he checked his equipment. The plane was ready to fly (In theory, he could teleport as far as Las Vegas if it did pick anything up, but he'd need his strength, and anyway the accuracy was lousy), and the armoury was at full strength. His scanner droids were working as well as they could, except for his ultra-violent droid, but that was still a work in progress, and not all that necessary in a combat situation.
The scan's loud bleeping caused him to turn around, and he promptly uttered another loud swearword. LA was lit up like a burning building (later he'd look back and reflect on just how appropriate that was). Grabbing his jacket he headed for the aeroplane. Tom Sawyer was on the move...
