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Chapter 2: Price on his head

Crenisha, A Planet in the Alpha-Centauri system.

Jon Crakk sat around a large table, nervously taking gulps from a beer can and looking around at the others in the room. All around him were Mercs, just like Crakk. It wasn't legal for different teams of mercenaries to meet but, it wasn't illegal either.

Crakk felt like he was back in the mob, talking about who would take out who, instead of the mindless, take out anyone who gets in your way style that he preferred. Crakk was brought back to reality when a man, clad in black leather walked in with an armload of pictures. Headshots of the many targets they had. The man set the pictures down and slid them to the center of the table.

"Alright boys," Locus asked "who's gonna take who?" A blonde-haired women sitting next to Crakk asked "Orsen on that list?"

"Indeed he is, Torsa," Locus replied "Alexander L. Orsen, blew up that fuel depot on Helion 4 6 weeks ago. 6k dead, 10k alive."

Torsa stood up and headed for the door. "He's mine then. Me and that bastard got history."

With eleven targets remaining, the meeting went like that for most of the night. Finally, at 2 in the morning, their were three pictures left, one for Crakk, Locus and a man who had remained quite since the start of the meeting. "Ok, boys" Locus said "Here's the top hit, Richard B. Riddick, his list woul-" The quite man stood up "He's mine." The man said in a calm voice that sent a chill up both Crakk and Locus's spines. "Don't you want to know how much-"

"He's mine." The man said again, slight annoance in his voice. He walked out the door, leaving the other men staring at him in shock.

Outside, the mysterious man opened the door to his small, fighter-sized shuttle. "Yo, wait up man!" Turning around, the man saw Locus running after him. "Do you even know who Riddick is?"

"He's Furion. That's all I need to know."

"He's a what? Listen, Riddick has been the baddest of the bad since before anyone can remember! Legions of Mercs have gone after him and never returned! Its said he even beat those Necro-thingies last year!" Locus put his hand on the man's shoulder to turn him around. The man spun around and punched Locus in the gut, stabbing him with a punching dagger in the process. Locus drew a mean-looking pistol from its holster and aimed at the man's head, shooting one, two, three times. His shots went nowhere, because the man served and drew a curved dagger from his belt. In one fell swoop, he severed Locus's gun hand from his body and stabbed the man yet again.

Locus fell to his knees, blood pouring from his wounds and pooling onto the floor. "W-who the h-hell are y-you?" The mysterious man bent down to look Locus straight in the eye.

"I am Serrick, I am Furion, and I am going to kill Riddick.