[Jacob]

*Setting: A week ago he had been paid $500,000 for taking out three bounties who were in affiliation with Abe, the notorious Mudokon terrorist. Now, however, he was going to meet with a businessman to discuss another job. It was certainly varied working as a Bounty hunter, and on several occassions Iber had been given reason to quit his occupation. But the same feeling always crept into him when he came close to doing so. The same reason for why he couldn't leave kept whispering in his ears constantly. He actually liked the job. The thrill of the chase. The excitement of hunting down his prey. The adreneline rush of landing the final blow. He smiled slightly as he thought of past hunts, his smile widening insanely as he remembered when his prey fought him...it made it all the more pleasurable killing them when they did. He passed a row of paintings on the wall to the left of him, they were all of Mudokons and all seemed to have the same distinguishing mouth shape. Iber turned a corner and began walking on a soft red rug that stretched all the way up the corridor to the very end, where a large brown office door was situated. The directions the Receptionist had given him indicated this was where he was meant to be. Reaching up he adjusted his hat, evening out the brim, he then entered the room. The first thing that Iber noticed upon entering this room, was that it was alot darker than the hallway. The second was that the walls were lined with shelves which stocked a large array of books. As Iber slowly closed the door, he looked to the far left of the room, where there was a small table with a Mudokon laid upon it, a bottle of Whisky in his hand and a glass nearby. Slowly Iber approached, his boots clunking upon the marble floor as he admired the view from the large window behind the drunken Mudokon. His attention was then drawn to the creature as it slowly stirred, lifting its head up and jumping slightly as it saw Iber standing before him.*

Mudokon: "Arrr...Arrrr yoo Iber?"

He squinted and pushed himself up in his black leather seat, his suit was crumpled and his blue plume untidy. In response to the, slurred, question, Iber nodded.

Mudokon: "I-I, err, need yoo tooo...err...too..."

He sniffled, the being was obviously distraught about something and had tried to drown his sorrow in alcohol, to try and numb the pain, but ironically with alcohol, it eventually intensifies the current mood. Making the Mudokon more depressed than he had once been.

Mudokon: "Kill the bish..."

He blurted it out, his eyes watery and his lower lip trembling. Reaching for his glass, his, now trembling, hand clutched it and dragged it closer, he then poured out some more of his Whisky and whimpered softly.

Iber: "Who does client-of-mine want Iber to kill?"

A clash of thunder from the gradually blackening night sky startled the large Isore, who glanced from his client to look out of the window, where he saw something interesting. His large, yellow glowing eyes squinted as he leaned closer to look into the blackness. It seemed to be a circular, metallic object hurtling towards the window. The size of it similar to that of a tennis ball.

Mudokon: "I...I want tha entire fook..."

*Explosion*
Before Iber realised what the object was, it had exploded metres before hitting the window. The blast was intense, and though Iber and the Mudokon were safe from the immediate blast, the shrapnel and shockwave did the most damage. Iber was thrown backwards as the glass shards from the window were thrown at him, the Mudokon was thrown forwards as was his chair and table. The bottle of Whisky shattered on the floor and the steady droplets of rain was allowed to be blown into the room by the faint breeze which was slowly getting stronger. Books juddered off their shelves and one shelf even toppled over, landing against the door. Iber groaned, moving slightly on the glass covered marble floor. His hat had been ripped from his head and lay a couple of feet from him, his jacket had been tore open, revealing his secondary arms and two Revolvers. Sitting up slowly, Iber looked across to the Mudokon who, although barely moving, was still breathing. Getting to his feet, Iber slowly and carefully stepped over the glass and bent down to pick his hat up, hearing the steady hum of a hover vehicle enter the room and land, the glass crunching beneath the vehicle as it did so. Turning, Iber was met with the windswept form of Amoeba.

Amoeba: "What the f*ck are you doing here?"

She looked shocked, appaulled and somewhat frightened as she glanced from Iber, to the Mudokon and then back to Iber - who was tensing up, expecting a fight.

Iber: "What does enemy-of-mine want?"

Amoeba ignored the question and instead chose to walk over, quite calmly, to the Mudokon whilst unholstering a six inch knife. She then span it in her right hand so the blade was facing downwards, crouched and thrust it forth towards the Mudokons neck. But Iber had reacted instantly, rushing forward and gripping her wrist with his right hand, squeezing slightly. The Katterwol looked up, her expression bemused.

Amoeba: "I'd let go if i was you, otherwise i..."

As she neared the threatening part of her sentence, Iber lashed out, kicking Amoeba in her stomach with his right foot and sending her sprawling backwards. Her weapon sliding across the floor.

Iber: "Enemy-of-mine shall leave Iber's client alone."

He stood menacingly, staring intently at Amoeba, who was now slowly standing to her feet, her eyes boaring into his. Her hatred resurfacing and her realisation that she could now kill two Birds with one, sharp, knife-shaped stone.

Amoeba: "Heh - i'm gonna f*cking enjoy this."