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Gunshot
Walking through the holographic saloon door, Oga "The Infamous" wished he bought the spur attachments for his boots. The saloon was dimly lit, smoke clung to the shadows, and the low buzzing of voices greeted the interplanetary visitor. Oga prowled toward the bar, the brunet beckoned the android to order a room in very few words. Oga's ship needed slight repairs and re-fueling before hunting for his next bounty.
The brunet took a brief sip, then knocked back the glass. The liquid burned down his throat, but anything to keep the haggard man awake was more than welcome. Creeping up to his assignment room, Oga prepared for a wash. Given the one set of eyes that itched at his back, Oga knew he'd have company pretty soon.
Oga had settled into bed for no more than five minutes when a soft knock sounded at his door.
"Candygram."
Prostitution had remained illegal, but saloons had gone around this by claiming their entertainment workers merely put on a show. Since many sex workers were freelancers, the saloons also could claim that they had no control over what their employees did in their freetime.
"I'm in no mood for whoring."
The door opened to reveal a stunning silvernette clad in a light blue frilly, see through robe. "Are you sure? I'll even give you a round on the house."
In the year 4128, the governments united only to fall. Left to govern themselves again, humans lived like Western cowboys, which many had no problem with since it gave the power back to the people. Certain cowboys, with enough bounty's under their belts, earned upgrades. Oga had chosen his upgrade to be his left arm. The blaster embedded in his arm silently rose from its fleshy holster. "Alright," Oga drawled, " Don't come crying to me about your credits later."
The silvernette's laugh came out smooth and genuine. "Why? Think you'll have a hard time keeping up?"
"Light! Nah ah ah," Oga pointed the blaster in the silvernette's direction, "Stay where you are."
Mousy brown eyes turned to slits, and the mirthful face was gone. "What gave me away?"
"Hands up first."
Oga grinned when the silvernette slowly rose his hands over head with a sneer on his lips. "You see, not a lot of people know who you are, much less have seen your face and lived."
Oga pulled out a holographic photograph, "But those who have, coughed up three pretty pennies to see you again."
"What can I say? I'm unforgettable that way."
"They preferred you alive," Oga rubbed his stubbly chin, "but it wasn't a deal breaker."
Oga registered the panic in the silvernette's eyes before the saloon boy called, "Lights!"
Oga shot blindly in the dark, then heard the window shatter. Oga tried to grab at the fluttering robes but the fabric only grazed his finger tips. The silvernette managed to fall in a moving trash rover that bolted down the road out of fear. "I will find you again, Quick Silver Furuichi!"
"In your dreams, bounty boy!"
Furuichi blew a kiss at Oga before disappearing around a corner. Both men grinned, eager for their next meeting.