It appears I have lost my bounty Hunters abusive partner, which is a shame because this has been one of my most detailed and favourite stories. Anyway here is her intro, if you think you have the stomach to take her on, PM me, thanks. Somewhere on the edge of the Mojave
Drawing deeply on her cigarette Valentine stared down the highway disappearing beyond the horizon.
She had pulled over to take a break and stretch her legs, driving for five hours straight was taking its toll on her body as well as her sanity.
Another long draw. Holding it deep in her lungs until when she did breathe out there was very little smoke to actually made it into the evening air.
Checking her guns for the umpteenth time. Reaching for the .44 she kept on her thigh, she now decided was to heavy and risky on this job, to much recoil and the target was too flighty. Wandering round to the trunk she popped it open, to the casual observer it looked empty except for a jack and a tyre iron.
Flipping a switch under the latch, the floor of the trunk slid back and a back board rose up sliding into a vertical position, revealing another bed of weapons beneath it. Unloading the revolver she put it to bed putting the ammo into storage. Running her fingers over her semi's , then her energy pistols, finally settling with an ELO 550 ,ideal against quick unarmored targets and vermin. Sliding the weapon into her thigh holster Valentine flicked the switch again and the backboard disappeared out of sight.
Closing the trunk, a chill ran up Valentines spine , all the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, turning to look behind her she saw...well, nothing , to start with. Squinting into the low light , she finally saw it, dust rising in the distance. Taking a final draw she threw the cigarette butt to the side and walked briskly to the drivers side.
Under no circumstances did she want to get caught out here alone and from the look of the dust there must be at least three vehicles, slavers most likely doing a 'round up'. had no intention of becoming their next meal ticket , if she was lucky she could out run them , if not.....
Vaulting over the door into the drivers seat, she eyed the fuel gauge,..."Shit!" She hadn't passed anyone in over 100 miles , fuel was scarce out here you either brought it with you or stole it as you went. Tyler did a bit of both but a high speed escape was going to seriously eat into her reserves.
The clutch went down,she knocked it into first ,accelerate,clutch 2nd then 3rd, and after a few hundred yards 4th. Relieved she'd replaced the clutch plate when she'd the chance she felt the old american muscle car haul itself into its comfort zone, hungrily devouring the tarmac as it went.
Valentine's eyes flicked to the rear view, the dust was still kicking up in the distance , they had covered an alarming amount of ground if they were slavers, since they usually travelled in trucks. There was no way she could outrun them , she just didn't have the fuel. She had to get off the road, but where?
After another mile had passed she spotted and old barn set back off the road, checking back again she tried to determine if she had enough time to get over and hide the car,and for the dust to settle. There wasn't really much of a choice , so pulling hard on the steering wheel the old quarter miler heaved itself across the rough terrain protesting loudly at having to anything that wasn't a straight line.
The sooner she could get this job done and get back to the god damn city the better. She waited patiently for the caravan of vehicles to pass her by , it took them longer than expected , but that was good , it meant they hadn't seen her. About 100 miles from Vegas.
Valentine squinted against the low winter sun, she leaned harder against the side of the shack trying to stay in the shadow. She had been stood here for over 2hrs and as the sun rapidly began to set she hissed through her teeth.
" Fuck, not again, I am not sleeping in the fucking car again,"
She risk a glance back at her cuda , scowling. No , she needed this done tonight. There was no way she planned to spend another night under the tarp, in the back of her car.
She began charging the ELO , she began to focus again. Finally she heard voices.
" About time."
A man named Wilson exited the building first , he was Marley's informant and a bit of an all-round weasel but he had never let her down, so she just over looked his repugnant behaviour.
He was followed by the 'mark' and the man she had been tailing for over two weeks.
Joe McCall, a grade A scum bag, not that it mattered to Marley, he could have been a Saint for all she cared , so long as she got paid.
Blowing on her finger tips, she walked along the shack wall, staying in the shadows.
Once Wilson was well out in the open with Joe close behind she stepped out into the setting sun light.
A shot rang out. Wilson dropped, dead before he hit the floor. Joe's head snapped round as he looked for the direction of the shot his eyes wide with a mixture of indignance and fear.
He almost relaxed when he saw Mia sauntering towards him.
Mia dressed in her trade mark Hunters gear, which in her case was , a black leather and kevlar two piece with a carbon titanium mix plating armour.
Mia walked straight towards him, hips swaying slightly as she did.
A Cruel smile curled Joe's lips when he saw her , " aw a little girl coming for me....hahaha" his voice was lecherous and derogatory, he was a well known mysoginist
Marley smiled sweetly, " Valentine , about to serve your bounty, pleased to meet you."
This was the part of the job she hated,be cause they always fucking ran. The rules said you had to get them to state their name for the record and give them the opportunity to say goodbye on record to loved ones , business partners or any significant other Oh and if you could manage a confession would be nice, she sighed at the ridiculousness of it but hey , she didn' t make up this shit.
Joe's laugh was coarse and cruel. " Hahahaha .... Your Micky Valentine....Hahah...I was.........AAARgH FUCK!"
"Thinking I was gonna be a man ,right?!... Well surprise I'm not, that was my father so sit the fuck down while we get to business."
Mia was already tired so shot him in the left knee just to move things along, she knew he would run so she was just saving herself sometime. He tried to pull a his glock, as he fumbled and it got stuck in his waistband she shot him in the elbow.
" Agh fuck , whore!...what the ,....aaaah shit !!!"
Another shot rang out as she took out his other knee. Then putting her foot on his shin , to ensure she had his full attention.
" Look Joe I have had a very long couple of weeks and I am done..., so state your name and we will get this over with."
He was just about to tell her where to shove it when she leant her weight onto his shin twisting his blown knee , god how he screamed and screamed, but when he was done her gave her his name.
" JOE McCall, Joe McCall ...please please don......."
The final shot rang out and he slumped to the ground blood pooling into the dirt behind his head. She looked over at the first guy she had shot.
" Wilson' ..... Wilson get up". Mia shouted at the first guy, he lifted his head out of the dirt.
" Here is 5 thousand credits now get the hell out of here, and don't came back to the city for a while." She winked at him as he scrambled to his feet and took off at a run.
Searching Joe's body she found nothing of much interest a couple of fake I.D's a couple of thousand credits on his chip. Just as she was getting up the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she had the unmistakable feeling that someone or something was watching her.
Now she wished she'd kept the .44 just in case. Guns drawn she spins around, she looked and looked, someone was here right enough but they were staying out of sight.