10-02-2007, 08:20 PM
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Hello Ace!
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Location: Dancing with Sakume.
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Re: Unloading a Chamber or Two Before a Job (Altamira)
Strange woman, kinda cute though, Monroe thought silently as he emptied his revolver of cartridges again and loaded some more of the crappy bullets he had been given to practice with into his gun. The girl next to him had been boasting of her shooting skill quite a bit, but the former assassin could tell she was lying... or if not lying, half truthing it.
How, you might ask yourself? Elementary my dear Watson: The woman's heart sped up ever so slightly as she elaborated on what happened. It was obvious from her tone, her entrance and her actions she was a cop, which weren't Monroe's favorite people in the world, but hell, she was a cute cop, so that gave her points back. Come to think of it, the bounty hunter had lost sense of what he was doing when she had entered. Something, however, reminded him.
The feeling of hands touching Monroe shot through his body as long, thin fingers grasped his biceps. Monroe could feel his arms rusting over ever so slightly. The bastard had snuck up on the dark haired man and was now trying to rust him over. Dumb bastard. That'd have easily stopped a normal human, but Monroe was damn different from a normal human.
In an almost instinctual reaction, the former assassin grabbed the man by the head and spun quickly, throwing him over his shoulder. The bounty hit a nearby table hard and was easily knocked up, but luckily not killed, by the force. The modern fencer rubbed the back of his head with a slightly nervous look. Well, luckily that guy hadn't died. That would have been bad.
The bounty hunter lifted the bounty over his shoulder and looked at the female cop and at the others in the shooting alley. "Miss, if you were here for this guy, I'm taking in his bounty. It's my duty as a bounty hunter... and this guy is my food for the next... several days actually. If you want, you can come with me to claim his bounty and I'll say you knocked him out," Monroe offered with a sly smile crossing his face. He was planning something, but that was his business. If she wanted to know, she'd have to agree, or fight him.
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