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I stared up over the building in the alley I was standing in, staring at the sun and basking in it’s glow. It was giving me a warm sensation where ever it touched my body, my light-brown skin glowing in the sun. Sunny days like these when the wind was just as gentle as the rays from the sun, reminded me of the beach, sitting on the warm sand with my feet in the water. It was raining earlier this week and it was killing the already tensed but subtle situation we were involved in at the moment.

Two psychopaths got off their chain and I was sent to handle the
situation, actually we were sent to handle the situation. They jumped bond three territories over and have been on a rampage ever since, leaving a trail of bodies where ever they went. We worked for a company that hunted violent individuals that the states and countries issues warrants for, international law on Terra was changing fast switching more governmental functions into the private sector. Bounty Hunters created a guild in the 22nd century, guild being different from a union, a guild policing themselves and
following a different set of laws and bound by codes.

Enter XeCeno biggest Bail Bond agency in the world, the current
company that me and my partner worked for. The Bounty Hunter title changed with the start of the guild, replacing the confusion of unorganized operations, into a shared supply of information between the companies. But with the recent increase in private work, bad men still found things to do more than ever with the politics revolving around a corporate budget. But that was a different story for another day.

XeCeno was one of the four major companies on Terra, they had a
major say in guild activities including enforcing a bill through congress reinstating the dead or alive clause issued in warrants opening the gates to sociopaths of every walk of life to play cowboy. But only the elite were the top-class of the companies now using a military chain-of-command structure for dealing with their individual agents. Giving more perks the higher you climb, like any other job there was, their was a office whenever you actually had time to be there, sitting in endless stakeout after stakeout, eating welted salads and fatty burgers.

And today was another stakeout, but it wasn’t like any other day I
finally got promoted to Lieutenant class in XeCeno. Assigned to Luna Army 3rd platoon, one of its two divisions, Luna and Sol. I was a lieutenant in an entirely new platoon that was currently being formed, and the paperwork was annoying wanting everything from the last three years, bank info. contacts and other evasive questions most I didn’t care to answer. I was nervous about this, nobody that I knew, knew anything about this new unit,
even the head of command was secret. The higher-ups in the company were getting antsy about it making the ranks question what exactly was the big secret. But for now we were issued regular individual agent orders or I.A.O’s usually given to free agents floating through the agency.

It took me alot of work to get this far and after bagging a few high
ranked bounties. It took a lot of time out of my schedule, but it was okay for me because the company was my family. I worked long hours for an office/apartment that I hardly see, I was told it has a corner view overlooking the river. I swear when these two bounties were in the bag I was going to take a break for a few nights.

We hadn’t been able to pick up their trail for a few days but recent
activity brought us to the territory of Garland in the state of Evonon. We had been told that the were seen in the market across from the alley we were in, we’ve been scanning the police waves for any alerts and still didn’t find anything. Closer to midnight we began to roam the roads, knowing that most of their targets were at night when there was less foot traffic but enough for that full terrorist feel. It wasn’t until 2am when we saw our targets in sight, and that’s also when they saw the mess they left behind in a gas station. With a renewed motivation we were quietly tailing their car, weapons ready to take them down our next chance.

We’ve been travelling more than ten miles when I noticed another car trailing behind us. I didn’t know who it was, maybe it was another hunter on the same case as us, they weren’t exactly making any new friends. Or maybe it was someone on their way somewhere else, we were on the highway that connected the territories, we will find out sooner or later we were finally catching up to the targets. Which meant that they were slowing down and looking to turn off soon, we were going to have to move fast if
they had something planned. Sadly we weren’t able to pre-plan anything giving “winging it” a new meaning.

“So one question, Dead or Alive?” my partner asks me as he reaches for a box of ammo and a empty clip. I thought back to the massacre at the store and thought about the 50% pay-cut. The guild would understand.

Anybody up past 2 in the morning are up to no good; that’s what my partner always tells me everytime I leave the apartment to go to the 24 hour gas station a few blocks away from the apartment. And every time he said that I never really paid him any mind.

Robberies weren’t uncommon the night was always a dangerous time in the territories around here, but I have never witnessed one so violent before. I was in the third row when it all went down, two people were dead in less than a minute and all I could do was keep my head down and hope not to be seen. I felt like a coward, but it was the smart play nothing was going to get done if I didn’t use my head. If only I didn’t leave my gun and phone in the car, I could have dealt with this myself.

Everything happened faster then anyone could react. Their first victim was a businessman who was talking on the phone at the time. I overheard him talking to his wife as I walked in, he was just getting back from a trip and was looking forward to surprising his kids in the morning. He was paying for his gas when the two men came in and with a single shot of a pistol ruined a family.

Their second victim was a woman looking at the drinks at the freezer to the straight across from the door, on the right hand side of the register. She had came in only seconds after I did, she was a local I usually saw her around the area. From all I could tell about her is that she was a nice girl, innocent and undeserving of what happened next. After the first shot that stunned everyone in the room and before she could turn and face her attackers, the second man with a shotgun blasted a hole through her chest leaving the freezers red in her blood.

Now their full attention was on the clerk who didn’t move the entire time, completely frozen and freaked out as to what he had just witnessed. I quickly dropped to my knees to quickly disappear from sight, I dropped too fast and banged my left knee hard into the ground, the throbbing pain reminded me that this was not a dream. I slowly peeked around the corner to get a better look at what was going on near the front.

The clerk was a young man, hispanic, he probably went to college at a nearby university working full-time just to pay his way. He was in a bad way, he was having the worst luck tonight, sweat was pouring from him like a faucet. He was crying, he knew he wasn’t going to walk out of here alive. The men came in without masks and from the way the handled the first two people they weren’t looking for hostages or witnesses.

“Open up the register and dump every last fucking penny into the
motherfucking bag or I’m going to blow your mind. He he, get it
blow-your-mind.” The thin man with the pistol joked as he waved his gun around the clerks face. The guy with the shotgun laughed at the joke as if all of this was was highly-amuzing. Moving as fast as he could the clerk began to empty everything into the bag.

“Move faster!!”

“I’m going as fast as I can.” the clerk replied shaking as he moved to the second register. The man with the shotgun started to walk around the front of the store as if he was on the lookout for any flashing lights or anyone else hiding. I quickly backed up, hopefully he didn’t see me, I held my breathe trying not to make any noise.

“Now where’s the safe, open it now and I’ll let you live.” said the guy with the pistol. I took a chance and peeked around the corner again.

“Only the boss has the key and she never leaves it in the office.”

“Then why are we still talking?”

That’s the moment when the clerk’s head exploded, rip to apart by the blast of the shotgun. I ducked backed behind the shelves of sweet snacks that I had originally came for, hoping that this was just a nightmare and it would be over soon. But what came next took the spirit from my body, like all the good disappeared from the world. Just as they were about to leave in walked this skater kid who lived in my apartment building a floor below me,
he spooked the guy waving the pistol and caused him two fire twice into his chest, shattering the glass as his body was pushed through it leaving only his feet inside the store. And with that the were gone laughing at what they had just done, I heard their tires screech as they sped out of the parking lot.

The boy coughed and it caught me off guard I sprung into action
moving as fast as I can to get to him.

“ Hey, hey don’t move. Your losing alot of blood so I’m going to put
pressure on it, do you understand?” I asked hoping to get some kind of response. I pulled off my shirt to try to slow the bleeding, with little effect to the problem. “Hey look at me.” I said trying to stay as calm as I could.

“It hurts, it--hurts----” the boy was crying in pain.

“Hold on, I’m going to call for help.” I left my phone in the car and I didn’t want to leave his side. the businessman’s phone laid a few feet from me but with there being a hole through the middle of it I didn’t think it was going to work.

“Hey, *cough-cough could-- you do me a favor mister?” the boy said to me as he looked up at me.

“Sure, anything.”

“Could you please put my earphone back in I really like this so--.” His body relaxed and he fell silent, no breathing noises, no anything.

Then suddenly the music in his earphones were the loudest thing in the store. His eyes were blurred and lifeless. I got up and stepped through the door the night breeze slamming into my body with a cold blast. My shoes were stepping on glass, the scrapping sound of glass and pavement followed me to my car. I reached for my door and my hands were covered in blood and I slipped on the door, just now realizing that my hands were a mess. I vomited immediately, letting my dinner feed the ants next to the curb. I
accomplished getting into my car on the second try and found a ragged shirt in the backseat and cleaned my my hands, calling the cops immediately after.

I was gone before they got there, my mind was racing and I needed to drive. I pulled on to the highway after I waited for a car to pass by, the thought of waiting for the cops made me even more sick and I used the draft of air as I drove to keep me from vomiting again.