Bounty Hunter

Untitled Part 1

"I'm looking for a man named P." H asked as she walked up to the barkeeper.

"I don't meddle with civilian affairs, it doesn't help business." The barkeeper grunted.

H turned around and leaned backwards onto the bar. She scanned the bar and saw many different faces. Black, white, green, blue, and yellow men and women all talking or gambling, filled the bar. She saw a green man sitting alone at a table and walked over to him.

"I'm H and I need some information." H stated as she sat down.

"You're a girl right?" he asked. "It's hard to tell with all of these different races and aliens flooding this bar."

"Yes, I am." H responded curtly.

"Good, then you might like this one." He said. "What do you call a group of unorganized kittens?"

Taken aback by his sudden question, H, paused.

"Um... what?" she asked him.

"A Cat-atrosphe." The man spluttered out before laughing so hard that he fell out of his chair.

Unsure about how to respond this ridiculous attempt at a joke H continued.

"So, I'm looking for a smuggler."

"And I'm looking for a free drink."

"Who are you?!" H suddenly asked.

"The name's B." he responded. "That guy over there, the yellow one. He's the one that you're looking for." He finished as he nodded his head to a dark corner of the building.

"Thank you," H said as she stood up and walked away, leaving two drinks for B.

H approached the yellow alien and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness she froze. The alien was pointing a gun at her stomach, it was hard to notice because he held it next to his hip to hide it.

"You move, you drop." The yellow alien whispered in a barely audible tone. "The name is P. I'm not stupid, I saw you asking around for me. Who are you?"

"I'm a bounty hunter and you have a mighty high price on your head." H confessed.

"Now, did you ask why I have a price on my head?" P asked with an annoyed tone.

"Never crossed my mind." H replied sarcastically.

"I had a wife and two sons. I used to smuggle illegal weapons for Zurx, the crime lord who placed that bounty on my head." P stated angrily as he sat up straighter, keeping the pistol trained on her. "One day, I was caught by the Knighthood. They arrested me and confiscated the weapons. I served my time without any trouble and was released two years later. When I returne home I found my family dead in the dining room floor. It was bloody and horrific. After a year of investigating, I learned that Zurx had them murdered the day before I was released. In returned I tracked down Zurx and killed his wife and daughter in front of him, while he sat helpless. Ever since then I have been on the run, hiding from Zurx, bounty hunters, and the Knighthood."

H stood petrified in horror.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped. "Is there anyting I can do to help?"

P was silent as he contemplated her question. He thought about killing her and running away to another planet, taking her somewhere isolated and then killing her, or using her to get back at Zurx on last time.

"Take my hat, shoot a bullet through it and soak this shirt in guppa blood." P suggested as he pointed to his hat and shirt. "Don't worry, I have more. Take them to Zurx and tell him that you killed me and bring the money back here. With that money we can fight back. We can find a way to either kill him, or overthrow his whole business.