Author's notes: Firstly, this is my third and (hopefully) final draft of this fanfic. I've been absent from for quite some time and I've been anxious to get back. Many of my other fics have been reposted or redone as well. (Except "Disturbed" which may undergo a title change or simply stay discontinued)

Now, without further ado, let's begin!

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"Now, now ladies, there's plenty of me to go around," Gene stated to the three women surrounding him. He stole glances from the each of them, taking special care to give flirty looks to the blonde and brunette; the raven-haired beauty, he decided was the who was going to sit out on his little "sexcapade."

"But Gene..." the brunette began, biting her bottom list in protest.

"Plenty," he reassured.

The three giggled. "Wait here a sec," they chorused. They headed to the bathroom located in the back of the bar.

"Maybe I can turn my promised threesome into a foursome..." Gene thought aloud, furrowing his brow.

As the question came to his mind, two slender arms slid around his shoulders.

"I'm all of them, plus a bottle of liquor," a falsetto voice purred into his ear. Gene turned to stare at the girl behind him.

Her waist long, raven hair stood out starkly against her anemic skin, as did the strapless black mini-dress that she sported. The mini-dress stopped where her bottom ended, revealing a long and slender pair of legs that, Gene hoped, were capable of never quitting. She was fairly short, standing at a mere 5' 5" with her two inch, ebony stilletos, and her slim build, Gene happily noted, also consisted of a tiny waistline and breasts that were fairly large in proportion to the rest of her, though were offset by her wide hips. What most of Gene's attention was on, however, was her blood-red eyes. 'My favorite color,' he mused with a grin.

"What's your name?" he asked devilishly.

"Xenobia," she answered with a fanged grin. 'Wow, fangs could be fun...' Gene thought.

"Nice to meet you, Xenny. Now, why don't we leave before the others get back?"

"Agreed." She linked arms with him as they walked out the bar.

After entering the hotel and finding their room, Xenobia grew anxious.

"Hurry up, silly," she whined as she traced pictures upon Gene's back.

Gene pretended to fumble with the keys. "Sometimes the anticipation is just as good as the act itself." He threw open the door, yanked Xenobia inside, and slammed the door upon entry. He gave her a bruising kiss, which she returned with just as much vigor; he lifted her up from the floor, carrying her to the bed. He reclined her and began nibbling on her neck as she moaned. He was on top, naturally, but Xenobia saw to it that he wouldn't be for long. She flipped him forward so that she was on top and promptly handcuffed him to the bed.

"Kinky," he commented breathlessly.

"Idiot," she replied coldly.

She got off the bed and took out her cell phone. "Hey, Kevin; it's Xenny. Yeah, I'm calling to collect that bounty on Gene Starwind's head; that is half a mil, right? Anyways, I know I should take him down to the station, but I also know that they're desperate for his capture. You mind sending some transportation over for him?"

Gene's jaw dropped.

"Thank you, Kev! As always, you're the best! We're at the Campton, Room 213; see you soon!" She quickly shut the phone and turned to Gene, raising an eyebrow.

"Did you honestly think I would settle for a low-life like yourself? Haven't you ever heard of the infamous Sureshot Xenobia?" she asked blatantly. Gene blinked in shock. She picked her bag up from the floor and headed to the bathroom.

"When did that get here?"

"I brought it, you dolt."

"You're not gonna' let me go, are you?"

"Of course not. You're worth a half a mill… Dead or Alive. If you struggle, I will kill you." She changed with the bathroom door closed, much to Gene's dismay, and reappeared a moment later.

She donned a black collared, shorts styled bodysuit, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots with several buckles and zippers. A red, leather belt held together by silver circular shaped bits of metal was strapped diagonally from her waist to the bottom of her left hip. Her ensemble was complete with mid-forearm, knuckle-cut leather gloves and an olive green duster. Her hair was now up into a neat ponytail, allowing her long thick bangs hang haphazardly to the front and sides of her face.

"You look vaguely familiar…"

She pulled out a caster, much like Gene's, other than the fact that it was silver, held it in her left hand, pointed it to the ground, and placed her right hand on her hip. "This pose look familiar?"

"You were on the news…"

"For the capture of Harry MacDougall," she finished.

"Shit."

"Exactly. Now then, be a good boy and keep silent until the Feds arrive. "

"Can't I at least have something to drink?"

"Fine, but no booze."

"Damn."

She handed him a glass of water, which he grabbed, with much difficulty, with his free hand. "How come you only handcuffed one of my hands?" he pondered.

"Because if you try to escape, you're mincemeat. I'm not one for full-on bondage."

Gene sighed.

She took out her Data Organizer, which vaguely resembled palm pilot. "Let's see, on my list for tonight, let's look at all of your little crew members. Jim Hawking, age 17, son of the infamous hacker, "The Computer Wizard," wanted for several minor thefts involving the hacking of the intergalactic bank systems: ten thousand."

She tapped the stylus to the screen a few more times. "Aisha Clan-Clan, age 24, member of the Ctarl-Ctarl empire, wanted for various fights and brawls in which the inner-strength of the Ctarl-Ctarl was fully unleashed: ten thousand."

After a few final taps, she grinned wickedly "Twilight Suzuka, age unknown, infamous assassin, wanted for several verified assassination: ten million."

She paused for a moment before continuing her mental note-taking. "Jim and Aisha are chump change, but if I can snag Suzuka, I'm as good as set. It seems like I can give myself a near Royal Flush: the King of Spades," she pointed to Gene. "The Queen of Spades, Suzuka, the Jack of Spades, Aisha, and the Ten of Spades, Jim."

"You mean you just pick off bounties like cards in a poker game?"

"Unless I harbor some form of grudge. Under completely normal circumstances, I wouldn't have dared to even bother with a trifle bounty such as yourself."

"What did I do to deserve your wrath, hit on you?"

"You killed my older sister."

He merely blinked.

"You killed Hilda. You killed my sister…"

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Sorry for the short chapter! What will happen next? You'll have to wait until next chapter to find out!