Head Hunter signed his letter, and folded it, putting it into his pack. He turn to see Raven Holm standing in the doorway. The Pony walked over to Head Hunter.
"Sendin a not to a special girl, hmm hmm hmm?" He said in an almost creepy voice.
Head Hunter gave him a strange look. "No. Why would you think... Never mind. I found something interesting that I an sending to some old friends. Anyways, I want to find out more information on our next target. And also Ms. Rainward. I have a feeling we are running into her again."
Raven Holm grabbed the hit list, and studied it closely. "Hmm, well the last target is the local ringleader. If we wish to go in order of the list, he is our last hit in Manehattan. He goes by 'Anonymous,' but his really name is Pony Fawks. And by 'real name,' I mean that is the only name on record attached to him. Strange."
"Alright, you go to your favorite info gathering spot. I need to check out a bar that is said to frequented by other... I quest you could call us 'aliens.'" Head Hunter packed away his rifle, and checked his Pistol and switchblade. He always keeps them on his person as they are easy to conceal.
"There are enough of you to warrant an unofficial gathering spot? I had no idea there was that many!" Raven Holm likewise prepared to leave.
"Manehattan apparently sees so many strange peoples that 'aliens' go mostly unnoticed l, unless they cause trouble. Most don't. They seem to come from all... Worlds? Realms? Dimensions? Places, including both those I have heard of, and those I have not." Head Hunter walked into the hallway. "Oh, and by the way, where do you go when you gather intel? I will meet you there when I am finished with my business."
"Well, I usually go to any local bar, but the Hammered Stallion, the bar we regrouped at last night, is the best for information right now." Raven Holm followed him to the door of the Oak Lodge.
"Ugh, never mind, I hate bars. We will just meet back here."
Head Hunter found the place in which he was told was often filled by people like himself. It was called the 'Oceans Breeze Pub,' though it was more of a area where travelers rested for the night before going on the next morning. Inside Head Hunter found a small group of people spread out across the room. There were about twenty tables total, but only ten were occupied. Three had both Human and Pony, four had dwarfs, and only one had an elf. The rest were occupied by only humans.
Head Hunter didn't see anyone from the Mann Co arenas, so he walked over to a women in armor similar to Zaveron's. While Zaveron's was red, the her's was green, and her helmet, something that Zaveron didn't seem to have, on the table.
"Good morning." Was all that Head Hunter said as he sat down across from the women.
"Look, buddy, if you are trying to pick up a date, your looking in the wrong place." She muttered, not even looking up.
"Why does every women think that's what I want? I haven't hit on a woman... Ever really. Besides, I can tell, you are a solider, like me. Well, technically I am a sniper, but that is close enough in this world." Said Head Hunter nonchalantly.
"Well, that changes everything!" She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Fine. I guess I should take my job offers to one of the men over there. I am sure they can do it just as well. Besides, they are probably looking to get back in combat." Head Hunter pretended to get up.
"You mean mercenary work?" She seemed to perk up at the mere thought.
"Yes. Sort of. You could say that I know of a certain Princess of the Night who needs help quelling a rebellion against the crown." Head Hunter's mind was racing, for he realized he didn't actually have a job to offer.
"Princess of the Moon? Sounds like your on the wrong side, buddy, I and don't even know the sides here. I just want to get back to kill covis..." She seemed to fall back into her original state of melancholy.
"Actually, Luna is the sister of the Princess of the Sun, Celestria. They both rule the land together. Ever heard of 'Guy Fawks?"
She looked back up at him. "Anarchist of the late twentieth/ early twenty-first century. He faded into the background, but people used his iconic mask for centuries after to represent anarchy. Why?"
"Well, I have been assigned to kill his local knock off by Princess Luna. Along with a number of others, of course. He is a local ring leader in this area of town. He is sure to be heavily guarded. I may need an extra gun." He said, knowing that he will need an extra gun later for sure.
"I don't have one. All I got is my armor. But I am trained to use anything I can find. I once killed a covi squad leader, then killed is squad with the leader's weapons." She smiled at the thought. Or at least Head Hunter hoped that was what the smile was for.
"I have got one you can use. Silenced MP5K, folding Stock. Where I come from we call it a 'Cleaner's Carbine.' Reliable..." Head Hunter saw her face contort confusion.
"Archaic, but I can use it. How much can you pay me?" She sat at full attention.
"Two-fifty."
"Make it three hundred and it is a deal." She offered Head Hunter her hand. "Kelly-087. Spartan-II. One of the best."
He shook he hand. "Head Hunter. Sniper and rebellion remover. We will decide who is the best." He got up to leave. "I will meet you here at 20:00 sharp. My friend is still gathering information on the target. Oh, and by the way, our conversation is now officially classified."
"So is my childhood..." She sat back in her chair as Head Hunter left...
I have honestly no idea what that is suppose to mean. I assume she is good... I will need her in the fighting ahead. And if she is anything like Zaveron, she will do...