Chapter 1!
Bang!
The door flew open as a little boy ran inside.
"BANG BANG!! Ima Outlaw! Everybody put your hands up!!"
She stepped in to the bar. The red bullet-riddled coat swayed and swished at her steps. Her entire presence was imposing. You could tell she meant business. She sat down at the bar.
"I'll have...Some of the Old Gateau."
Her voice was soft yet strong.
"Here ya go!"
The bartender put down a glass and poured a glass.
"Thanks..."
She rased the glass to her lips downing it in one big gulp.
"Hey...Do you think you could help me with something?"
"Sure! What'ya want?"
"Im looking for someone..."
"Whats his name?"
"Vash"
"Vash? Like Vash The St-"
"Yes As in Vash the Stampede."
"Why are ya lookin for Him?"
"..."
She craned her neck to look at the child who was pretending to shoot people with his toy gun.
"Hes...My husband."