Bounty Hunter
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Bounty Hunter
Chapter 1
Wind was whooshing out the bay window, hasty and articulate clacking emanating from a dusky chamber breaks the reign of the profound silence of the metropolitan night. through the dark window pane, an array of computer screens are flickering with spooky fluorescence, among which is sitting a lanky geek with a pair of geeky spectacles. His penetrating eyes goes right through the thick lenses, fall on the blip on one of the LCDs. he spits out a few words: it is time. From the other end of the intercom replies a brief voice: roger.
outside a disused dilapidated factory ,darkness encompasses everything. Some horrifying dog barkings resound in the wild opening. High up in the dome of the night sky hangs a bloody pallid crescent, and down on the ground some jumbo Creepy mice are strolling and foraging for food like scavengers. The wintry wind is keeping howling, like the whining of those immortal souls hovering around in the universe.
Inside the shabby building, there is a room glinting with dim light. A group of men in black are gathering around a battered wooden table, one of whom is murmuring something ,it is like they are having a ritual or something.
“what the heck are they doing in there, make it quick, my scapula is going to split.” A burly boy is grumbling down there, on his should stands a slender figure ,who is right now gazing at the table inside and her eyes are kept tightly on every move of those men in there, she is biding for the right time. Ignoring fat guys complain ,she tiptoed in order to see more clearly. “damn”fatso gripped his teeth.
The ritual is still on around the table, now a lanky man in a cloak is circumambulating around the table ,in the center lies a crying baby flailing his limbs. Dazzling glare is oozing from the table, and the table starts to split, the kid is levitating slowly.at which point, the door was broken down, a shadow looms right in front of the door, men in black turn around, with nasty grin ,they darted toward the shadow at the gateway. Noticing the fight at the door and only the man in hood is still around the table, the girl at the window sprang into the chamber, slim and graceful ,with a skinny black suit this time ,just like a diving cat. she loves her new garment which is bespoken particularly for this mission, “now call me goddam feral cat woman, whoa~~~”,she was a little bit distracted though, landed not that properly and staggered for some steps, “crap….”she murmured .the black cloak rips his hood, staring at her: “come on … now a school gal…” the baby is rotating in the mid air right now, something inauspicious is going to happen, she knew that.
Before the cloak can say knife, catgal fished out a 50-calibre revolver and cocked it, commanding the cloak: “stop