Prologue III – Stampeding
A glass of whiskey was placed before a young man. He takes a sip and lets out a deep sigh.
The older man beside him lights a cigar. The smoke dissipates into the air.
"Did you hear?" the older man said aloud to neither the younger man or the bartender in particular. "That crazy monster has left the planet."
"Crazy monster?" the bartender parroted while cleaning a shot glass. The older man nodded.
"That guy with the crazy-high bounty that caused so much trouble around here. I heard he packed up his stuff and is going to hunt something down up in space. Guess whatever it is must be pretty important."
"This 'crazy monster' you're talking about couldn't possibly be..."
"Yup, Vash the Stampede."
The younger man and the bartender were noticeably shocked at the older man's story.
"So..."
The older man smirked, "We don't have to worry about him anymore."
In celebration of Vash the Stampede no longer being one of their worries...
The three men shared a few drinks, on the house.