Finally, Irvine shows up for a showdown with Rinoa. But I wonder if she'll win. I also really hope that I was correct about weapons in this chapter because I don't know guns extremely well. But anyways, enjoy the next chapter in Kill Squall.

Part Four: The Cobra

Loner's Shot Welcome

"Excuse me, but can you point me in the direction of the Loner's Shot?" Rinoa asked kindly to a middle aged woman on the street. It was already dark outside, and Rinoa had been wandering around, trying to find the club.

She wore a white, sleeveless shirt with a little moogle on the front, and short, jean shorts. She still had her black boots on and carried a little handbag with all the supplies she needed. Her hair blew in the gentle of wind of FH. Her cheery face appealed to the woman.

"You mean the gentleman's club?" The woman looked at her strangely.

"I guess that's what they call it, yes." Rinoa smiled at her.

"Dear, you really should stay away from a place like that. Especially a young and pretty girl like you." The woman pleaded with her.

"Oh don't worry. I'm pretty tough. I'm just going there to settle some business." Rinoa looked at her with an earnest face.

"Well...keep going down this street and take a right. It's the building with the neon sign." She pointed her towards it with her finger.

"Thanks a bunch." Rinoa waved to her and continued on her way.

"So then she whipped out her titties and screamed 'how do ya like these big boy?'" A crude man laughed like a jackal, slapping his leg at his own drunken stories.

A group of men, including Irvine, were all sitting around the bar on a dead night at the club. They were all sharing their lame sex stories that they had encountered. Though some were a little exaggerated. Like one Benny had about three women at once. Irvine never believed that one. Still, he did enjoy hearing them. They made his slump in the sack seem not so depressing.

Irvine tipped his cowboy hat in his direction before taking another gulp from his beer bottle. He rubbed some grease from his hands on his faded blue jeans. His creased cowboy boots rest on the floor, tapping steadily. His white T-shirt was covered with a few stains that he had never bothered to get out. But he had his jean jacket on to help cover them.

His night here was like most. His club did okay, but tonight was just a bad night. He had sent all the girls home and closed up. But he still stuck around with a few of his regulars who were just as lonely as he was. He didn't really want to go home to an empty apartment again. He didn't really have anything left, except some leftover money from his previous job. This place wasn't making a whole lot, and he just kept it around for fun. He didn't have anything else like the others did.

He had heard about Rinoa from Squall. He told him about her little adventures with Zell and Selphie. It was a shame that they were killed. But Irvine always thought they were the weakest, along with Rinoa. But that woman was on a quest for her revenge against them all. Irvine didn't know when she would come for him, but he figured it would be sooner rather than later. He would just let her come and kill her then. He doubted she would get the element of surprise.

Benny was still laughing, but settled down as he looked towards the door. During their joke, he had heard some footsteps outside.

"Think it's a customer?" Benny asked Irvine.

"I don't know." He got up from his seat and looked out the window to see if someone was out there.

"See anyone?" Another guy asked.

"Nope. Benny are you sure, you jackass?" They all began to laugh until Benny's laugh ceased.

Their laughs stopped as the other men were covered in the drunk's blood. His head had been blown completely off. Irvine stared in shock at them. He quickly looked around from where the bullet had come from. Another shot was fire, obviously from a silencer, that blew the other's heads off. A few corpses lie around in his club as he still didn't know who the attacker was. All of a sudden, a bullet whizzed by his head and shattered a window.

Irvine jumped to the ground and crawled his way to the bar. He heard footsteps on his floor as he quickly made it behind the bar. Rinoa turned around to observe where he was. She had come in through the back entrance and had easily taken out four of Irvine's pals. Though she didn't need to kill them, she figured they'd probably help him she tried to kill him. She felt a figure pop up from behind her as she turned around and pointed her handgun at the figure who was now holding a ten gauge shotgun in his hands.

"Rinoa, nice to see you again." Irvine smiled, fingering the trigger.

"Same to you." Rinoa twitched her eyebrow.

"So what makes you think you're gonna kill me?" Irvine asked her.

"The fact that I'm holding a gun at you right now, that'd about say it." Rinoa replied.

"But I got a shotgun at you, babe. What about you?" He pointed out.

"Maybe, but if anyone shoots, we both know we'll be killed."

"So how about we just lower our guns and figure something out." Irvine suggested.

"Lower yours first." Rinoa told him

"Yeah, and let you have a free shot." Irvine laughed.

"What other choice do you have?" She looked at him.

"Well, if you plan on killing the rest of our fellow friends that you have planned, I suggest that we both lower our guns." He told her.

"Then how shall we settle this?" Rinoa asked.

"How about a duel?" He suggested.

"A duel?" Rinoa was amused.

"Yeah, out back. We take ten paces, turn, and shoot. The victor is the one still alive. It'll test our shot. What d'ya say?" Irvine began to lower his shotgun with Rinoa.

"Fine." Rinoa put her gun at her side as did Irvine.

"Then a duel it is." He smiled as he knew that Rinoa would be the one lying on the ground, dead, soon.