So when Mary mentioned 'bad element' in the first episode and Chris said he was a bad element, it got me thinking how bad they truly could've been... at least in my eyes one night.

El Paso, Texas

A beat-up truck drove down the dirt road under the scorching sun, kicking up dust as it went. The radio in the vehicle kept going out of focus. The station continued to pick up static to the annoyance of its listeners. The men up in the front fussed over the radio, hitting it, as if brute force would fix the problem. Sweat dribbled down their foreheads without the means to cool off by their air conditioner. The useless thing was broken, leaving its passengers to seek relief by manually rolling the windows down. Only hot air and dust blew in, making the men more irritable. None of them particularly wanted to be here, on this road, in a beat-up truck.

The man riding shot gun held his weapon loosely in his hands. The need for it was mostly for later. His mouth worked ceaselessly as he chewed the tobacco in the side of his mouth. In the body of the truck, two men sat across from each other, also carrying weapons of their own. Between them were four boxes of cocaine. It amounted to roughly five thousand dollars in product which was to be transported to a buyer forty miles away in a major city. Neither of the men in the back said anything, trying to prevent more hot air from being created. They were sweating more than the people up front who had access to open windows. They only had the divider between the two compartments to receive air.

The driver kept his eyes fixed on the road as the crude lane began to curve, guiding the vehicle near the edge of a steep drop off.

About three thousand meters away, a man was laid out on his stomach with a sniper's rifle pointed towards the truck. The baseball cap shielded blue eyes from the worse of the glare caused by the sun. A slender index finger rested near the trigger as he mentally calculated the distance with wind and the speed of the vehicle. A hot second passed, the sound of his steady breathing was the only sound before he considered his scope and put the cross hairs a little further ahead of the truck. Pulling the trigger, he watched through his scope as a few seconds passed before the truck was visible and the truck swerved sharply in the wrong direction. The vehicle plummeted off the cliff, the sound of it, not even audible from his position.

Sitting up, he disassembled his rifle and placed it back in its case. Snapping the case shut, he slung it over his shoulder. The bullet casing was picked up and the scene quickly swept for any signs of his being there. Climbing down the rock face he had ascended, took a little more time than going up. At the base of the rocks was a Kawaski ninja motorcycle waiting for him. Digging into his back pockets, he pulled out his bike gloves and made sure they were on properly before taking off his baseball cap and sticking it in one of his pockets. Grabbing his helmet, he made sure the shield was down as he got on the slick black vehicle and started the engine. He revved it up a couple times before driving off towards the main road.

Target confirmed and killed. Returning now. Arrival time 2200.

Vin Tanner

Aka: The Bounty Hunter/ The Assassin

A/N: So I hoped you enjoyed the first part. Introducing the characters in their new environment a little. Tell me what you think. My friend's dad is my beta and he was completely shocked at the death count lol.