I walked into the dusty old building. The thing looked like it was about to fall apart, which was surprising, especially since my view of City Hall had always been pure glamor, with beautiful, shiny white walls with elaborate paintings posted everywhere. But what I got was a dump that almost looked as crappy as home.

The first person I saw was an old lady dressed in a green dress and had way too much makeup on. She must be the secretary, I decided, so I walked on up to her.

I slammed my fist down on her desk. That way I could fell threatening. It's fun to scare people, and it shapes my image. "I have," I started, and then glared into her eyes, "an appointment," I glared even harder, "with the mayor."

She just stared back at me for a bit, and, without flinching, said "Name."

"Doon," I said.

"Is that your first or your last name?"

"Last. My first name is Howya. Howya Doon?" I laughed out loud, but she continued to stare at me.

"Seriously," she said.

"No, no, no," I replied, still chuckling, "my name is Doon. Just Doon. That's it."

After continuing to stare at me for a little while, the secretary looked back down at her desk, and sorted through her files. After coming up with a single paper out of a folder, she looked back up at me. "Ah, yes, a bounty hunter, right? Hunting Vash the Stampede. And you came just in time, the bounty has been increased to $$6 billion." I nodded, and she pointed back at a door. "The mayor will see you now."

I nodded again, and thanked her. So this was it. I was going to meet the mayor. I took a deep breath, working up courage. Then I put on my tough look again, and walked up to a through the door.

When I walked through, the mayor looked up at me. Once again, I was kinda surprised, as I thought that the mayor would be a noble looking man in a tuxedo. But he looked more like a drunk old fart, and was very loosely dressed. I went up to his desk and slammed my fist on it.

"So," I started, "I'm looking for Vash the Stampede."

"Aren't we all," the mayor replied. "I've had thirteen bounty hunters in search of a license come in this week." He glared at me for a bit. "You aren't very tough-looking for a bounty hunter."

This made me mad. I reached into my coat and ripped out my most prized possession, my Charcoal Ripper model TMP with extra magazine space and semisilencer. "What was that, shitass?"

He smiled and looked down. "You've got quite the gun there. So, tell me, why are you hunting the humanoid typhoon?"

I put the gun back in my coat. "I need the money. I'm a poor man, mayor, and my family is even poorer. My mother just died of starvation last month, and thats when I decided I couldn't waste any more time, and I need money for food."

He glared at the diamond necklace around my neck. "Really..." he said.

I yanked the necklace towards me. "Shut up, it's a family heirloom!" I looked down. "Okay, so I stole it, but I was proved innocent in the trial, and THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!"

He looked back at me. "Well, I guess its okay to give you a license." He handed me a piece of paper. "Here it is, go knock 'em dead."

"Wait, thats it?" I asked, startled.

"Yeah. With the amount of damage...he...has caused, we're willing to take chances if it means taking him down."

I nodded, grabbed the paper, and rushed out of City Hall. On pursuit of Vash the Stampede.