Well yes, he had, or at least he'd supervised. Gwen Raiden, Genetic Freak and the Best Thief he'd ever had on contract, best he'd ever heard of either. So good he'd helped her with the writing of said contract. Her soul was still her own, more than he could say for his.
"I might have had a hand in it. I did add notes though" he joked, seeing the starts of the city in the distance. He didn't know much about Lawrence other than it wasn't Kansas City or Topeka. He didn't even know if it had an airport. But it would have some kinda transport to one of the other two. It was a start.
And now Raiden was calling him Country Boy.
"Never did care much either way Raiden. Goats probably tasted better?"