When the weekend came, I made sure to bring over Moz's favorite home-cooked meal, the painting he was asking for from one of our heists and enough dessert to feed a small country. Moz had a bit of a sweet tooth and I didn't care much for the painting. It was too nouveau for me.
As I pulled up to his house, Trina came out and waved as I stepped out of the car.
"Long time no see stranger!"
"Hey Trina, where's Moz?"
"He went to work this week and he said he'll be coming later tonight."
"He went on a heist without telling me?" I didn't want to admit it, but I was hurt. Moz and I always told each other about the heists we were going to pull and then we swapped stories while sparring. Trina could see that she had hit a nerve.
"Oh honey, it's not that he didn't want to tell you! He just thought that with you retiring, he wouldn't want to tempt you by telling you. He was only looking out for you."
I nodded but kept quiet. I felt like a part of my life was being taken away. What did I have to gain for that? A high school diploma and friends?
"What's all this?" questioned Trina. I shook my head and looked to what she was gesturing at.
"Oh, that's for Moz and you. I have something to tell you."
"What would that be?"
"Uh, you both have to be here."
"All right, we can just get this stuff ready and we can catch up." She grabbed a bin and headed inside.
"Jeez Bella, what do you have in these bins?"
"Careful! Don't jostle it; the arms have to keep cool." Trina shrieked and almost dropped the bin.
"What did you do?"
"Calm down Trina. I haven't killed anyone in a while. I told you guys I wouldn't do it again and I meant it. I'm no good as a bounty hunter. Remember the boxer fiasco?"
Trina burst into laughter. "Was it the one who screamed as soon as you walked in and curled into the fetal position?"
"What? Oh no, it was the other one. You know, the one Moz and I had to get."
"How many boxers were you sent to kill?"
"Only 5 but I couldn't bear to do it to two of them. They had me reduced to a laughing mess. The one I'm talking about was another guy."
Trina and I went into the house and I told her the story of one of the funniest bounties I had ever done.
Flashback!
Moz and I were gearing up for one of the hardest killings we had to do in history. We had a specific list of things to do to a wrestler that had gotten in some bad ways with some worse people.
Moz and I had been following this wrestler for a week and he looked like he was going to be the hardest kill we ever had. This man was Kerlo Inatha, a wrestler that had already had his peak a while ago and lost every match afterwards. He had no family and no relatives that would miss him.
I had told Moz that this was the last bounty I would do to which he eagerly agreed with. Killing had taken its toll on us and we were practically the walking dead from all the sleep we lost.
Kerlo was always the last one to leave the gym after his workouts and he took an alley to walk home. I guess he figured that he could either knock out whatever mugger was stupid enough to take him on or just scare the crap out of them. It was a good thing I didn't scare easily.
