It’s a good day today even though the storm was hitting with full force. The pub was full. The setting is a drunken sort of happy and everyone was in high spirits. The Wanted Billboard was stalked with an all new haul and its good wages were bring in a steady flow of new and returning customers. Back in the far right corner of the room sat McCann and his crew, gambling their wages from the previous job. In the far left corner sat the newbies, trying to figure out a way to fit in with all the seniors.
“Hey Annette!! Can I get another beer over here?” called Laney, in a front middle table with his three crew members.
“Why don’t you come get it yourself, Laney?” Annette said, smiling brightly. She filled a new mug and set it down lightly on the table.
Suddenly everything stopped. All talking, all betting, all drinking, everything; which hung an eerie silence over the group. The bell on the door rang and everyone turned to look at the incoming customer. A dark figure stood in the door. It was wearing a black knee-length trench coat, black pants, black combat boots, and a black and grey flat cap. It obviously either walked or rode a motorcycle to the pub; due to the forming puddle under the person’s feet.
After about 5 minutes of no one saying anything, McCann stood up.
“It’s been a long time, where’ve you been Tabby?” He said tipping his hat to the figure.
The figure took of the hat, letting her long wavy hair go free. She smiled back and said, “You know, just goin’ from here to there with the high bounties.”
Tabby was a tall, slim young lady of about 21. Her hair was light brown with blonde high-lights, long, and wavy. Her eyes were a deep purple and almost cat like pupils.
She walked over to the Wanted Billboard, scanned it, and tore the highest bounty from it. It was a poster for Capricorn, a fierce killer that was wanted dead or alive for his countless murders. As she was heading out the door, Annette stopped her, “Are you sure you want that bounty? So far the only other two Sweepers who’ve gone for that bounty had been killed. You should at least get someone to do it with you.”
“C’mon Annette, you know me. I walk alone, I carry my own weight. I don’t want to have to worry about someone else when I’m catching my bounty.”
Annette sighed, “Typical bounty hunters, always doing things for the money and not wanting to share it with others. And why do you always grab the posters that don’t require the criminal to be alive? Is because if you accidently kill him you still get the money?”
By this time, she was already walking out the door, “Yep, pretty much, and too much emphasis on the word kill. It makes me feel… Barbarian.”
“You’re crazy Neliel! Only a coward would work alone!” Annette shouted after her as she closed the door. The head and tail lights of her black speed bike illuminated the night and the girl was off. That’s when she realized the tiny piece of paper stuck the door. She opened the door again, receiving a gust of wind to the face, and plucked the note from the door. It read:
I know I’m crazy, you don’t
need to remind me. And it’s been
a long time since anyone has ever
called me that. Thanks,
“I can’t believe her.” She murmured.
“No one can.” McCann had gotten up and read the note over my shoulder too. “But face it, she’s a cat. She’ll come back when she’s hungry and there’s nothing you can do about it.”