Sorry, this had to be re-uploaded. If you haven't read it already, you won't notice the changes but if you did- that's a good thing I hope.

Before the story starts, I'll give a little backing. This story is going to include the Bounty Hunter "Domino Harvey". If you haven't seen the movie "Domino" that stars Keira Knightley, Domino is in fact based on a real life Aristocrat turned Bounty Hunter. She was known during her career for having the most dangerous, high profile cases- despite being both a girl and in the beginning, having roots as a Model. Domino gave up a life of luxury and riches to roll in the mud and play dirty with the badboys.

She was a very kick-arse woman indeed.

"Domino" is my favorite movie and I figured, why not pair it with my favorite(hated) book? Plus, I wondered what would happen if a Bounty Hunter was to have come into the Hollows for real. I mean Rachel seems to think highly of her abilities, so does Ivy and Jenks, why not give them all a run for their money?

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(Full critique if possible, I really would like to improve my writing…)

Chapter 1

The run would've been smoother if that cookie maker didn't get in the way. I had my splat gun aimed and fired on the side of the renegade wolfs head. In a matter of moments, he would've been mine, knocked out, cuffed and gift wrapped ready for Glenn.

But what do you know; as usual nothing goes as planned.

Jenks had decided to take off ahead of me. He had pixed the guys pants so that we could catch up to him. Apparently the guy was a year round cross country trainer with a backing in freerunning.

Three rooftops up and a race down the crowded boulevard, I'm not only positive I need new sneakers but its really made me reconsider taking up a lifetime membership at the nearest gym.

"J-Jenks," I leaned over out of breathe with my hands on my knees. My face was soaked and I was stinking worse than the Ever After. Maybe Ivy should've taken this one?

"Copy that Red Fox," Jenks voice rang in my ear, his voice sounding smug at his use of a codename. The gadgets the FIB got us last year have become a staple in our business. Jenks was geeked about being able to use anything remotely close to a miniature cellular and I was thanking god that he for once wasn't holding onto my earring and buzzing in my ear.

"Rache!" He sharply yelled, getting me back on track.

"I can hear you just fine Jenks," I clutched my side as I stood up and commenced to walking. Apparently all the morning runs at the zoo weren't doing much of anything.

"Try the next corner, you said you're on 121 Street?"

I took a deep breath and held it as I looked above the crowd for the street signs hanging on the lamp poles. "Yea, I'm about to cross."

"Good." There was this twinkling sound as he spoke, if I didn't know any better I'ld assumed I just heard him spilling pixy dust.

"Go straight and make a right into the alley next to that shop…"

"What shop Jenks?" I asked annoyed. "There are plenty of shops on this side of the street."

I could have sworn I heard him snicker before he squealed into the receiver, "The vampy sex shop!"

I clamped my ear and looked around, my face going a hint of red.

"He's itching and scratching likes he's got herpes," Jenks snickered."You can't miss him Rache it's even made him walk a little funny, like he's got crabs in his pants!"

At that moment Jenks started to sing a disgusting sound about venereal diseases and stringed bikinis. I turned my ear piece down low to keep from gagging.

I jogged down the rest of the street and made the right just like he said. Sure enough, there was the runaway wolfie scratching vigorously between his legs as he tried to hide behind a garbage can.

If the situation was different, the sight could've been dubbed grossly funny. But that's where maturity steps in and I accept I'm here on business.

I took out my splat gun and aimed it to the side of his chest.

"You're coming with me Mr. Dryer. The FIB has you under suspicion for making bogus official ID's to process government equipment."

Shockingly, he held his hands up. He looked me in the eye; his dark eyes were calm and somewhat reassuring. Besides his uncomfortable twitching below the waist, he completely surrendered.

Ok, this was going too good for once.

"Alright." He said with his voice firm. Hearing this took me aback for a second. I was about to lower my splat gun when out of nowhere, this woman drops from the roof on the left of us.

"Stop!" She yelled as she landed on her feet. My jaw went slack as she took out a very metallic looking gun and aimed it directly at the werewolfs head.

"Don't give me that bull, Mr. Dryer, what's that shit? You're picking up some laundry service now?"

The wolf that I knew as Dryer appeared to shiver as she pushed back on his head with the barrel of her gun.

"Why don't you tell her your real name while you're at it boyo?"

The woman demanded. She had to be five to six inches shorter than the wolf, compared to me she was even skinnier, and her dirty blonde hair was in a short pixie cut giving her the appearance of rebellious schoolgirl.

"Not so chummy chum now, huh?"

There was almost a hint of comedy to what she had said, Jenks, who was just as dumbfounded as me, dropped to my shoulder and murmured in my ear,

"Who in Tinks panties is that?"

As if she heard him, her eyes flicked over to me, the gun still aimed at the wolfs head.

"I don't suggest you come any closer, witch. This here is warranted and mine." Her eyes then shifted to Jenks and she let out an obnoxious guffaw, "A Pixie bodyguard?"

It would have been much hilarious, if what happened next hadn't happen. The werewolf, seeing her distraction as a good escape, grabbed her arm and began to twist it backwards. The gun in her hand went off and we got to see for the first time, it was in fact the real deal. A bullet ricocheted on the side of the building and bricks fell out of place. The two fell over onto the ground and the woman surprised me for the second time as she, despite being a three-fourths of his size, put up a good fight with the werewolf.

"Shot him Rache!" Jenks shrieked above my head, his dust showering over my shoulders.

Instinctively I raised my splat gun and aimed at his back. The woman struggled beneath him shouting out a series of slurs and punching him in the gut.

I pulled the trigger.

There was silence as both the woman and the wolf slumped over. The adrenaline that was pumping in my veins all but froze as the wolf raised his head, looked from Jenks and me as if in shock, and then to the woman lying knocked out underneath him. Without seeing his face, I knew he had the biggest of shit-eating grins.

I missed!?

My pulse surged, I went to fire again. The wolf was faster. Mr. Dryer- or as I come to know him- grabbed the gun from beneath the unconscious woman and fired point blank above my shoulder.

"Jenks!"

I screamed turning to the direction of the bullet. My eyes darted all over the ground, a shatter of multicolored pixie glitter covered the asphalt.

"The wolf Rache! The wolf!"

And there he was. Jenks was lying sprawled out on the ground. He was propped on one arm and he was pointing frantically behind my head with the other. I could see his wing had been shot clear from his back.

"Jesus Rache! He's getting away!"

I spun around; the werewolf had already sprung down the alley and into the oncoming traffic. Even from where I stood I could see the heels of his shoes kicking up behind his back as he furiously pumped down the street. I couldn't possibly catch up to him.

"Fairy farts!"

I grabbed my hands to my head in frustration and my eyes fell onto the body of the woman before me. The skinny woman looked as if she was sleeping.

I turned the dial on my walkie talkie, and put in a call for the FIB. Internally, I was dreading what I next had to say.

"We have a situation down here in the lower region of the Hollows, the suspect werewolf is both fugitive and armed," I winced as I kicked myself over today's bad reflexes and uncanny stupidity.

"And a civilian is down."

I grimaced at the woman before me. This was going to be a long day.