A figure sat in his chair, lazily staring at the stars outside the view port window at the front of the bridge. He watched for several minutes more, and slowly began dozing off to sleep. Just as his eyes closed, a voice rang upon the speaker system,
"A new message has been sent to you," a polite female voice sounded.
"Ask whom the caller is," the figured lazily replied. A few seconds passed then the voice responded.
"Caller has been positively identified as Jason Myson. He claims to have a message for you,"
"Patch him through then."
The face of a black canine appeared on a large nearby viewscreen.
"Hey, Ethan. Screening your calls again?" The canine chuckled a bit.
"Yeah, whatever, you got a new job for me?"
"No; not this time. Turns out, the bad news is for you this time. Someone has put a hit on you."
"What?" Ethan shouted in disbelief. "Why?"
"One of your recent jobs was a major gang leader and they decided to get other hunters on you,"
"Son of a....." He couldn't believe it. He was finally on the receiving end of the barrel. He gulped before forcing out the ext question. "Dead or alive?"
"Either." Ethan let out the breath he held while waiting. At least he had a chance now, but why wouldn't they just want him dead? Probably to "handle" him themselves if they got the chance.
"So... I'm wanted dead or alive, my competition's holding the gun, and I already have trouble sleeping at night. What else is new?"
"You just need to find somewhere to lay low for a while, stay there, and wait until..."
"Until what? They won't give up, this is an invaluable catch! I'm one of the best out there! I'm gone, one less problem for them!"
"Just calm down, there's a reason your one of the best. You've taken you fair share of hits. You can make it."
"Goodbye, Jase." And with that, the screen cut to black, and Ethan was left alone.