Thread: A Bounty Hunter's Conundrum (BlisteredBlood x Candira)

When 21-year old Dante McPhadden or Dead Eye Dante as he was called in some circles - none of which he had much allegiance for in the first place - received his mission from a representative from Zio Matrix in a diner one night, the very same company that supplied very few details about his target that was to be brought in for questioning in regards to a security risk that she might have had a hand in, he simply looked up at one of his employers when he was given a picture of the woman in question. At first, he was about to laugh it off and pretend it was absolutely nothing, but his employer that represented the company presented him with a rather handsome advance of about 75,000 which was transferred into his account immediately without a second thought. The other 225,000 would come to him just as soon as he secured the target in question and then brought her in. Whether it was unharmed or not hardly seemed to matter much to them. Why so much on just a girl? She doesn't even look all that dangerous. Unless if there's something about her I should know about, then I advise you tell me right now or else I can take this 75k and thank you for your time. Besides, I'm a rather busy man and I have better things to waste my time on. He asked the representative outright, narrowing an eye at him rather caustically. The representative, of about some 20 years his senior and dressed in a rather flashy suit for someone who worked at a company like he did understood his aloofness in the whole matter, but chuckled at him simply in reply before he gave him his response. She has been a thorn in our side for quite some time now. We would like it if you were to exact a fitting form of punishment on her before you turn her over to us. We will then take her to the proper authorities where she will stand trial for her crimes and we will never speak to each other ever again. It's a simple job really, my good man. All you have to do is track her down. He answered. Standard SAP protocol is in effect, I assume? Dante answered with a question of his own. The representative simply nodded his head in reply before offering him a rather all too sincere smile, one that seemed to rub Dante the wrong way just from looking at him. But of course. You're permitted to use whatever methods you feel as though deems necessary in order to bring her down. But be careful. She can be a rather tricky one. Hmph. Dante scoffed at the man before turning his head away from him and closed his eye. Shouldn't be too hard. I've dealt with foxes that had more cunning than she has and I think I know how to deal with this one. Therein lies the problem, Mr. McPhadden. Said the representative. She's never really in the same place for too long, and if she does, it's usually because she has found a place to lay her head down for a little while before waking up and be off and running once more. He added. Sir, with all due respect, I think I know how to handle this. Now are you going to give me more details on this job or am I going to receive updates as I go along? He asked with a bit of aggravation in his voice. Because really, you guys have got things to do rather than go on and on about all about this woman. The representative's facial features soon turned from that eerie smile to a more thoughtful expression, but there was a little hint of malice behind those silver framed glasses of his. Clearing his throat and lowering his head, he closed his eyes for a moment before adjusting the nosepiece of his glasses before looking up at Dante once again. You will receive updates in a text message and in an email. If there is any complications during the mission, you will keep your advance, but you will not receive the rest of the reward money. Therefore, it is highly advisable that you do your job like a good little errand boy or else there will be dire consequences. He said before narrowing his eyes at him with a hint of bitterness behind it. Dante made no move or express any outcry to him. Rather, he just simply nodded his head at the representative before getting his check from the waitress, paying for the meal he had and then went out. That was three days ago. During the time, Dante had gone from place to place in search for his quarry. Not once did he have a shred of doubt in his head nor did he even have any second thoughts about the nature of the job. There was one little detail that aggravated him a great deal. Where in the fuck is she...? He thought as he stopped in a bar one night, dressed in a dark brown, gold trimmed jacket concealing a green undershirt tucked into a set of gray denim jeans, accented by two leather belts. One hangs off of Dante's waist while another is strapped to his right thigh while black leather boots cover his feet. Of the weapons he carried, was his personalized .38 pistol that he always had holstered under his jacket while a revolver resided in another holster at his waist but is one that he handmade himself after spending many months in a machine shop on the outskirts of town. Dubbed The Peace Breaker, this was a .50 caliber revolver that once Dante set his eyes on any target, it was safe to assume that they either stopped in place wherever they were and dropped to the ground unless if they were looking to have their heads blown cleanly off. His rusty brown hair was mostly covering his right eye. There was one hidden Talent Dante had regarding that eye, one that guaranteed a killshot 100 of the time. Considering it was naturally augmented, his eye had a feature that allowed him to see anything from a least 500 yards off. It was no surprise that that eye alone made him the most sought after bounty hunter in the world. His skin tone was slightly pale, mainly due to the fact that he had hardly a lot of time to spend outside in the day time unless if his job required it. Once in a booth, Dante slung his booted feet up onto the table where he then placed an order for a drink, receiving it a short time later. It was rather odd. He had been everywhere in the world and not one person had seen hide or hair of the woman in question. It seemed as though he was sent on a wild goose chase or something of the sort something that aggravated him a great deal and made him want to just toss his hands up in the air and say fuck it all, they can handle it their own damn selves. Nevertheless, though. He had a reputation to maintain, and one little floozy wasn't going to give him the slip.