Tale Of The Bounty

Prologue: Trent's POV

My life sucks. Most people think that my job is exciting and amazing or full of surprises. Which it is. It is also extremely dangerous. The droids, or Watchmen as they're called, can sniff anything suspicious out with the help of their technology.
I waited in the alley, staring at my watch. My target was inside. He won't escape, sadly. "Hey, Trent, are you there?" asked a voice. "Yes, 47, I'm here" I said with a growl in my voice. 47 was an annoying AI, named after the assassin from Hitman, agent 47. He was very panicky for an AI. It was annoying. "Are you okay, Trent?" 47 asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yes 47, I'm fine! Now shut up before you get me caught!" I snarled in a whisper. 47 shut up.

The car rolled up to the house. A man in his early 40's got out and looked around. He looked back into the car and then nodded. I started to pull out my energy cord. I set it to stun and then, as a precaution, I activated my camouflage. I also pulled out my tranquilizer gun. I looked up and saw the man walk into the house. I followed and walked in through the door. The fools had left it unlocked.

My target, or should I now say targets, walked into a room. I lurked outside the room, my gun ready and aimed. The first man, one in his late 50's, stepped out. I took my chance and shot the first target. The second one came in and was also shot. They both slumped to the floor. "That was lucky" I said with a smirk. I walked over and picked up both men, then walked out.

I arrived a while later at my employer. I kicked open the door, since my hands were busy. I heard a clatter and a scream. I walked over and threw the two men onto a couch. "Three hundred and fifty dollars is your total" I said. The employer started digging in his pocket and pulled out some money. I counted it.

"You stiffed me. This is three hundred and forty, not three hundred and fifty!" I growled. He swallowed and said "I'll pay you the rest, I swear! I'm a bit low at the moment!" I looked around and said "My price has to be paid" That earned me another audible swallow. I saw a shotgun. An M40, to be exact. An illegal gun that was made for the first Watchmen, but we're taken back for the incredible danger they posed.

"Give me that gun and your debt is paid" I said. He shook his head. "I'll have the money later!" he whined. I walked over, grabbed his throat, then slammed him into a wall. "My debt is paid, or you die" I snarled. He thrashed and panicked, then stopped. "Take it" he said in a low voice. "Good man" I said. I let him go and he slumped to the floor, gasping.

I walked out, feeling content. I had finished another job and had gotten a good pay for it too. What a shame that I have to use violence to earn my pay though, I thought sadly. I loaded my new weapon and aimed. "47, get me a place that sells ammo for an M40. ASAP" I asked the AI. He nodded and gave me the coordinates. That's when I got another call. Another job. Great.