Okay, so I'm kinda making up this stuff, not going by real stuff, but if there is one bounty that you really want, I'll see if I could put it in here.
The bell to his room beeped. "It's open." The door opened to show a Siniteen.
"I got a new job for you."
He looked at the Siniteen, after puting together his gun again. "What is it?"
"Husband and Wife are giving a client some trouble. He wants them out of the way. Easy 50,000. 25,000 each." The Siniteen leaned against the wall, watching the 15-year-old Duro think the bounty over.
"Dead?" The Siniteen nodded. The Duro sighed, "Okay." The Siniteen nodded, handing the Duro a case.
"Everything you'll need is in there." He started to leave, but stopped at the door. "Remember, this is the life you choose." He stepped from the room, "Bane."
The Duro growled, looking around. The bed sheets were messy, and there was trash everywhere. Not the life you thought you would have, huh, Bane? He shook his head and started to clean up, trying to get rid of any trace he was there. He started with the bed, since that would be shortest. He made the bed, flattened the sheets and pillow, and set the case on it. He burned the trash, just to make sure, and wiped his prints.
Most bounty hunters didn't do this, but he didn't want any evidence that this was one of his hideouts incase someone came after him. He clicked open the case and took out the contents. There was a sniper, a few key card to get past some doors, a few thermal detonators and poison darts. Under all of that, there were two chips, one on each target.
They were both human, the husband had blond/white hair and the wife had navy blue. Both had tan skin and hazel eyes. On the chip, each said when they would be least guarded and easier targets. Bane read, re-read, and memorized the schedual, he would only have one chance for each target. Come on Bane, you decided to have this life, you're the one to blame for this, but you can't freeze up now. Just think, you might get so use to this that you could do it without hesitating or having any regrets.
"Well, let's get to work."
