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CH 11 = For a Few Dollars More
The life was now more interesting, he'd decided although the funds earned by scavenging were good, they weren't constant enough.
His warchest fund was low, he'd just spent most of it on a secondhand motorbike.
A 1994 matte black Touring Road King Harley Davidson of course, it wasn't subtle but it was well worth the money.*
The lockbox sadlebags were particulary good for storing weaponry.
Xander, he was now a bounty hunter, the Licence gotten online.
The company hadn't even checked credentials for age, they looked at results.
It may not be fighting the darkness, but everyone has to eat. He lived in a hotel and was maintaining an armory, that was not cheap.
The thug tried to grasp Xander's shoulder with one arm and the throat with the other
Xander gut punched him, then grabbed his head pulled it downward and kneed it. Hard! He was out of it and was not getting up any time soon.
The employer of the thug, a Josef Gellet, Xander's target of the day. He wasn't laughing now at the supposed 'little girl.'
they had thought it a joke her standing there in the Scorpion gear at a height of "5' 6" she wasn't petite but not intimidating either.
His cronies had backed off seeing an actual serious threat, Xander upped the threat with an extendable asp stun baton.
Gellet went for a pistol behind his back, and fired immediately.
Unlucky for him Xander had already bashed the gun down off course with the asp.
The following up hit went to the head and knocked Gellet out. None of the cronies backed up the boss.
They were muscle but not for fights, they were dock workers, the 'boss' a large dealing fish merchant.
This was the only the second Bounty job, the first had been a real simple pick up of late rent from a backroom bar.
This job it was a good way to travel, get contacts, and make lots'a moolah at the same time.
This job It was meant to be an easy one, the boss he wasn't even expected to have a gun.
The workers at least knew they would lose any fight against him, besides if they won would probably end up in jail anyway.
Xander retrieved the dropped pistol a P35, he then retrieved another gun an ankle holstered compact Semmerling LM4.**
Xander dragged Gellet to his office, once there Xander cracked open an antiquated green safe and took out the twenty thousand owed.
Two thousand of it would be his cut, and now five extra on top for silencing money for shooting at him.
He left a note 'you shot at me = 5G's = silence, no implicating signature included of course.
He also took the Semmerling and its holster, they could be useful, as last chance backup. A nice weekend overall.
*not sure of the actual prices of a Harley Davidson back then
** if there are any inconsistencies, all gun type research is done with wikipedia articles
