[Jacob]

*Setting: As the Moons slowly sauntered to their place of rest, releaving the sky of their chalk white light for the Sun to take their place, Iber gently flew down to his place of occupation. His large bare feet hitting the tarmac as he landed. His place of work was small, smaller than the other buildings in the area anyway. Whereas most of the street was full of buildings that were atleast five storeys high, this one was a mere one storey. With the walls sprayed with graffiti and the few steps leading to the door strewn with old copies of the Daily Deception, the building wasn't the most welcoming of places. Iber grunted lowly, running his right hand over his head and stroking back the four headtrills that grew from the top of his forehead and bent backwards. Around his, light-brown, face grew small, dark-brown spines which bent backwards and ran down his neck, back, the back of his arms and the entirity of his legs and waist. These spines gave Isores their highly intimidating look, especially when the beings became angry or scared and the spines stood on end, shaking and making a rasping hissing sound. Slowly Iber stepped up the steps and pushed the rickety, wooden door open. The dim light of the Bounty reception gave the whole room a nauseating look. Cockroaches darted around the corners of the room, searching for anything they could devour. And situated in the, medium sized, room stood and sat other Bounty hunters, awaiting for their next Bounty as night turned to day. As Iber entered they all looked up, there were five in total, and three of them were part of a trio who had nicknamed themselves 'The Jury'. These beings wore completly black suits and white Hockey Masks to conceal their identity, however it was common knowledge that the beings were no-more than runaway Orkhids, and that the only reason they wore the masks was so the Council didn't find out about them and deal with them in an appropiate manner...namely death. Making his way towards the large, brown desk which was scarred with graffiti made by knives and other sharp implements, Iber eyeballed the Slig sat behind it. On the wall behind the Slig were pieces of paper, all scrawled on in partially unreadable writing. All new Bounties that were to be taken. Nearing the desk, Iber opened his jacket and, with his right hand, unhooked the cloth bag that hung from his waist. He then dumped it on the desk, unphased by the sickening squish that's emitted from inside.*

Slig: "You know, you could just bring the whole body in..."

The Slig spoke as it, squeamishly, reached inside the sack and felt around, bringing out the first of three heads and placing it on the desk, black blood steadily oozed from the severed neck. The head belonged to a Slig.

Slig: "Nice work, didn't find his Bodyguards a problem then?"

Iber shook his head slowly, awaiting for the heads to be counted so he could be paid in full. Reaching in the sack again he then brought out a Mudokons head. The Slig nodded in approvement and then brought out the last head, another Mudokon.

Slig: "Well, nice work. Here's your pay."

Reaching under the desk, the Slig brought out a sack of cash, which was in a variety of currencies. Ranging from Moolah, to Dollars, to Pounds. Although funded by the Cartel, all the Bounty offices throughout all the cities recieved their main cash flow through their clientele. And even though, most of, their clients did not pay until they recieved confirmation that their target had been killed, the Bounty hunters were still able to be paid through the cash that the Cartel gave them. This was then made up by the payment of the hirers. Of course, in some cases some money swindling went on and the clients were charged upto 1000M's more than was really necessary. But nothing ever came of it, for they knew that if they did bicker about such a thing they would end up like the creatures who don't/can't pay...dead. Now paid in full, Iber headed towards the doorway which led to the first storey. To his bed. After such a long night, he needed rest. For he knew more Bounties were to come.

Slig: "Oh, Iber, got a call in not long back for a job in about a two months or so. Involves killing an Orkhid Commandor. You want it?"

Stopping as he neared the doorway he thought about it. He did enjoy slaying Orkhids, especially when they were at the 'top-of-the-food-chain'. But this job was months away, and he knew he couldn't risk missing a bigger opportunity if one came along at the time.

Iber: "Give it to one of the others."

Turning his head slightly, he cast a glance at The Jury. Who began to shift uncomfortably at the prospect of taking the job and risking everything.

Leader: "Err, yeh, we'll pass on that. Gotta keep our options open, right boys?"

The other two nodded, staring at Iber with anger as he made them look like idiots. Seeing their displeasure rise from them, Iber grinned vaguely before disappearing in the shadowy doorway and going up the stairs.

Slig: "Ooookay, guess i'll leave this one free for the time being."

The Slig jumped from the wooden stool, scrap of paper in hand and wandered over to the wall behind him, he then got a drawing pin and pierced the paper with it, pinning the job to the wall. Turning, he then took his seat again and awaited new clients and hunters alike.

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