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I have written up this story in a moment of inspiration. The rest of the chapters have a lot more detail on this Naruto AU. I still don't know whether I should go on with the format, so you can suggest: A series of drabbles connected by the same plot (a lot like Cowboy Bebop) or regular story with a lot (an awful lot) of flashbacks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything which is copyright of any other agency. I'm just borrowing the names for a silly little fanfic. Go away you lawyers!
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The Timeless Man
3rd November 2123
Planet: Athena II
Location: An abandoned construction site, outskirts of the Norrainolaie Control Region. (strange, but a native name...alien style)
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Brian Calhan had never been a man to back down from a challenge. But the situation he was in at the moment required thinking before he jumped in.
'How did he get to me?'
The thing was, he was screwed, big time I may add. He was currently hiding behind a pillar of concrete gasping for breath. He could not breathe properly, simply because it stung like hell. Maybe a rib or two broke from that kick he took on his chest a few minutes ago.
'Shit shit shit…won't do, stay calm'
Sitting still, he mused on his situation. A week ago he was among the top lieutenants of Brother Kirov, the Second Hand to the Syndicate, and look what one botched up mission led to. He was now the big game, attracting the top bounty hunters in the system.
'He's too fast, can't waste ammo….'
The police can't get him, they are just not cut out to pick on a member of the Syndicate, even if it looks that Brother Kirov doesn't care if he lives or not. But these bounty hunters can probably do it, considering they had enough experience in the war as mercenaries. Well, he was there too in the war, as a soldier. He would have got medals for the kills he scored, if not for the higher-ups. His sergeant had cheated him out of his medals and had hogged all the glory. He had quit the military in disgust, joined the Syndicate and had headed the drug business to the Medusa system, and now here he was, in this predicament.
'I'm losing blood…. need to finish this quick'
Oh well, at least that man out there was no better. He had taken a hit on his shoulder and was probably bleeding. Brian was impressed by the skill this one had shown, flying in from a window to take a shot. This man sure knew his stuff, as others had just given up with the chase.
'Let's see, three more bullets…. his gun is empty, I heard it go click'
He looked at his left leg, growing redder by the minute. At least it was not as critical as that blond haired bastard. Speaking of which, he had never seen him before, never even heard of him. And that gun he had packed a mean punch…he tried to remember where he had last seen that gun.
'Oh yes, Brother Kirov's collection! An almost 40 year old design! The USP 50.'
Well, time for reminiscing was over, it was the time to act. He straightened his back against the pillar and got ready for the showdown. It was going to be a hell of a show. His heart beat faster against his chest.
'Now!!'
Brian had only time enough to catch the glimpse of steel before a loud sound was heard. Then he felt something pommel him hard on the stomach with enough force to blow him back and he felt no more. At least not for two more days.
The blond haired man walked up to Brian, shaking his head. "You can be fast, but never as much as 'him'. And I defeated him." His voice was almost a whisper, as if it was nothing but a gust of air. He touched his shoulder, his wound had stopped bleeding and in seconds there will be not even a mark left. He flipped open his phone and said, "this is bounty hunter Arashi...yes, he's here with me... naa nothing serious, just three shots... two on the legs and one to the left of the spleen...I'll stop the bleeding... but you guys get here fast." His right hand was covered in a green glow as he held it over the wounds. "Okay, I'll be waiting."
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"Sir, the captive is in stable condition. None of the shots were lethal." A petty officer stood in front of the police inspector. "However there is one thing that is interesting."
"What?" The inspector raised his eyebrow.
"The captive had three gunshot wounds . Of them one was a .44 Magnum bullet."
The inspector was surprised. The .44 Magnum was a very powerful bullet and required a heavy barreled weapon to fire. That lad (a bounty hunter he may be but to him he was only a lad) did not seem too strong to him. He said, "okay, get me a report on that bullet."
A week later the ballistic report had him stunned. It was an old design. A .44 Colt Anaconda revolver. That gun had been out of production for nearly 100 years.
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Don't bother to Google USP 50. You won't find anything more recent than USP 45 (H&K).
This chapter did not go as I had thought. A bit confusing in the middle out there. Still I'm satisfied. Don't forget to review.