18 Years before Y/n became Spider-Man, there lived a grizzled bounty hunter named Cayde Solo, a Beacon dropout, and leader of team CYAN. During his school years, he fell in love with a woman named Raven. After Beacon, he became known as The Gunsli...
The Bar With No Name was an infamous chain that houses the world's most degenerate scum, every major city in Rement has one, but the Vacuo branch is the worst of the lot. Today however it houses two people in a booth one is dressed as a bounty fixer codenamed 'Broker' and is pulling out bounty pucks while the other is decked out in armor, and waits patiently.
Broker: Alright, I got one that's worth 2,000, another worth 1,000 and one that is worth 700.
Gunslinger: Is that it?
Broker: For now?
Gunslinger: When is the next batch of bounties supposed to come in?
Broker: Don't know it could be tomorrow or it could be next week.
Gunslinger: *Stare*
Broker: Don't give me that you know that officially licensed hunters take all the good jobs, this is the best we can get.
Gunslinger: These three marks won't even cover half my rent, not to mention supplies.
Broker: Well if you wanted to make money fast you should have become an Atlas Buricrat.
Gunslinger: Can't, hate the cold.
Broker: I know, well I don't know if I should be telling you this but there is a man to the east just outside the city, he is a collector of sorts and he pays good money for rare artifacts and maybe he is hiring, but I should warn you, if you take a job from him you finish it or he will make your life a living hell.
Gunslinger: Where is he?
The Broker proceeds to write down an address on a piece of paper and hands it to him.
Broker: The password to get into his house is whalebone.
Gunslinger: I just say that and he will let me in?
Broker: Yes only the fixers like me know it and we give it out sparingly to anyone who we think can survive, or anyone desperate enough.
Gunslinger: *Sarcastic* I'm flattered
He then gets up and takes his beer.
Gunslinger: Thanks for the beer.
Broker: Hey I didn't agree to pay for your drink.
Gunslinger: Well you have now. *Walks away*
He then leaves leaving the Broker with his drink
Broker: Idiot.
Timeskip
The Gunslinger arrived on the gate door to the Collecters estate.
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He could tell that this guy was rich just by looking at his lawn. Vacuo was not known for its green fields so seeing one here is the equivalent of seeing Jaques Schnee donate to charity. Cayde knew that someone who could afford green grass in Vacuo wasn't doing clean business, but this only got him more excited about the possibilities of a job. So he presses the button on the gate intercom.
Intercom: What's the password?
Gunslinger: Whalebone.
Intercom: Alright come in.
The gates open with absolute silence, telling Cayde that is gate is regularly oiled, clearly, this is a man who likes things to work without issue, if he was going to take this job it needed to go off without a hitch. None the less he walks along the trail and up to the door where a butler opens it for him.
Butler: Hello sir.
Gunslinger: Afternoon.
Butler: I am afraid you are going to have to relinquish your weapons.
The Butler tries to take Cayde's gun, but before that happens Cayde wipes it out and points it at him
Gunslinger: I will relinquish one bullet where do you want it?
Butler: S...sir please I...
As Cayde is giving the Butler his opinion on why he should keep his gun, a voice is heard from down the hall.
Collecter: Let him in Clarkson, I like the cut of his jib.
Butler: Sir I...I must insist.
Collecter: Come on, I can handle one, armed visiter.
Butler: V....very well.
The Butler then backs off and lets Cayde go and see the collecter, who is an elderly bull Fanus with one horn missing, and his office is surrounded by different things that he has collected over the years.
Collecter: Hello sir, please take a seat.
Gunslinger: If it's all the same to you, I'll stand.
Collecter: *Amused* Very well, I assume you came here to see if I have any jobs open.
Gunslinger: That's right, my fixer said you will take anyone who is willing to do a dangerous job, for the right price, and someone who is a collector always has work lined up.
Collecter: Heh thats right, and as it just so happens I do have a job suited to your unique talents.
Gunslinger: Is that so?
Collecter: There is someone held up in the Coal Furnace Pub in Atlas, who has a debt to me that is well past due if you could bring him to me so I can teach him the error of his ways I would be ever so grateful.
Gunslinger: I understand.
He smiles and gives Cayde a marker with the target's name and info.
Collecter: His name is Kyle Gravley, bring him to me and you will be rewarded with 50,000 and before you go I recognize that yours is a complicated profession, so I am willing to accept proof of termination for a lower fee.
Cayde doesn't say anything, he just nods and walks away from the estate ready for the next job ahead of him, but he got a feeling that this would be that start of something bigger.
