A/N: What's up y'all?! Welcome to the final prologue for HIRO!

You all know the drill by now. We've covered Haruki, Iwao and Reo. We now move on to Oliver Bowman.

Now, two warnings. Oliver isn't AS bad as Iwao, but Oliver isn't your typical goody two shoes hero either. That being said, don't expect mass slaughter like Iwao but there is going to be blood.

Also, Oliver again isn't your typical goody two shoes. There will be underage drinking so that's something else to look out for.

Anyways, without further delay...

Let's get it started.

Disclaimer: First prologue

Prologue 4: O Trailer (Gunslinger)

*?'s Pov*

I sighed as I sipped from the whiskey flask, my second in the last few minutes, in my hand and set it down on the counter as I rubbed away my exhaustion.

'A pack of bandits, twenty in all, and I'm already fatigued. I need to step up my training.'

I shook my head. The fact that twenty bandits managed to wear me down this easily was infuriating. As I uncapped my flask again, I heard a chair being pushed out behind me and the heavy footfalls of one of the bar patrons.

I sighed again, annoyed with the events about to take place.

Here we go again. "Can I help you bud, or do you want to start something?"

I turned on my barstool to see a beefy, muscle bound brute of man flanked by an overweight slob and a rat-like stick of a being. All three seemed infuriated by my presence.

"You're that bastard Bowman's kid right?" The 'leader' of the trio asked drunkenly, and I unconsciously scrunched my nose at the smell of cheap liquor on his breath.

"Yes. What do you want?" I asked, annoyed that this thug brought up my father. I wasn't entirely pleased with the man, being away for a good portion of my life.

Though, he tried to rectify it by training me. But that after that happened.

The overweight blob spoke and pulled me from my darkening train of thought. "We've got business with that prick!"

I cocked an eyebrow, questioning the mental capacity of the three beings in front of me. "I don't see what you want me to do about it. He's off on a job."

The brute of a man growled, reaching for me. "Then we'll start with you."

"How's about you fuck off?"

I pulled an empty bottle off the bar, one the bartender hadn't gotten around to discarding, and smashed it against his face cutting him just below his left eye and causing a surprising amount of blood to spill.

But, more importantly, it gave me an opening.

I pulled out my knife, dubbed Toothpick, a standard bowie knife with a dark oak wood handle.

A simple weapon. But it's all I needed for this.

I lashed out at the brute again, taking advantage of him reeling from the bottle, and slashed at his chest and stomach in quick succession. The blob came at me next and I gave him a nice shot to the jaw with the butt of the knife.

The stick pulled out a dull, crappy pocket knife and I scoffed at the puny piece of sub par steel. I spun the knife around in my hand and cut the blob across both eyes to blind him and put him out of commission.

The last 'fighter' was officially crapping himself, his grip on the knife shaking violently. I chuckled, seeing the fear in his eyes as I calmly, slowly walked towards him spinning the knife in my hand as I did.

As I backed the gut into a wall, I decided to say my piece. "I don't know where you got the idea of attacking me, or thought it was a good idea. But I'll spell it out for you."

Here, I had the tip of Toothpick barely a centimeter from his throat. "You. Fucked. Up."

I spun the knife to hold it in a backwards grip and I struck him across the temple, sending him into dreamland. I sighed, holstering Toothpick on my right hip and unscrewing my flask as I turned to walk out.

'Fools, all of them. To go against a stronger force…'

'Ultimately means destruction.'

*End Chapter*

A/N: So, a shorter chapter to round this out for you guys. But, be thankful it wasn't Iwao levels of gore.

All in all, I'm trying to keep some surprises for you guys to make things interesting for you guys. So, just keep an eye out for later chapters.

Imma cut this A/N short 'cause I've got a pressing engagement to attend. So, thank y'all for reading and you all know what to do. Review, Follow, Favorite and all that stuff… And I'll talk to you guys in the next one…