When Head Hunter awoke from his well deserved nap, he realized that it was late in the morning, but no one came to awake him. Indeed, clearly no one had entered the room last night, other than Head Hunter himself, of course. He stood up, stretched, and took inventory.
"Luger, two mags left, check. Hitman's Heatmaker, empty, check. L96, empty, check. Two Cleaner's Carbines, empty, check. Tribesman's Shiv, clean, check. Big Earner Switchblade, clean, check. Energy Sword, full charge, check. I need ammo and soon." He finished.
He walked down the halls a bit to confirm that, yes, he was in the Castle in Canterlot. He was walking down the hallway when he heard the Voice of his employer, Princess Luna. Unfortunately, it was accompanied by the voice of Celestria. Head Hunter made a wise decision to take an alternate way out of the Castle.
As soon as he was outside, Head Hunter found someone who could have him at Fillydelphia by sundown. The price was cheep, and the Pegasus seemed trustworthy, so Head Hunter took the deal, and was at his hotel room at eight o'clock sharp.
He knocked on the door, and heard Raven Holm's familiar voice ask, 'who is it?'
"A friend." He replied.
Raven Holm swung open the door and his jaw dropped in surprise. "Thank Celestria, your alive! My gods, were have you been! I thought you died in the laboratory explosion!"
Head Hunter stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "You would not believe me if I told you, so just don't ask. How long have I been gone?"
"Oh, about a three days." Raven Holm helped him stow Head Hunter's gear. "You know, there is someone looking for you in town. His name is, uh, Scoot or Pout, or, uh..."
"Scout?" Head Hunter offered.
"Yes! Yes that's the one. Do you know him?"
"I do. It is about time I got back from him. I didn't expect him to show up in person, though." Head Hunter shrugged.
"Yes, well, he stays around a pub downtown. I don't know why."
"Ugh, he knows I don't due alcohol... Oh well. Anyways, I am already out of ammo, so I..." Head Hunter noticed a pile of papers in the corner if the room. "What are those?"
"What? Oh, those are a little project I was working on while you were... Away. I composed a file for every target left on the list, complete with subfiles for important people connected to them; bodyguards, secretaries, family members, and so on. Go take a look." Raven Holm gestured at them.
Head Hunter walked over to the desk, and began reviewing the papers. "Impressive. This will be useful." He stopped and did a double-take on one of the files. "Wait, this ones is dead. We killed him in Manehattan."
"Which one?" Inquired Raven Holm.
Head Hunter held up the file. The picture on the top right corner of the paper had a picture of a white pony wearing a white mask with black markings on it. Next to the picture was one word: Anonymous.
"I know. He was confirmed dead in Manehattan, but yet here he is. Of course, reports of him are scattered, and often contradict each other. It is possible that Anonymous is not a person, but rather a group."
"Great, just what he need: a cult." Muttered Head Hunter.
"I beg your pardon?" Exclaimed Raven Holm. "Do you have a problem with male ponies?"
"What? Oh, CULT, not Colt. A cult is a group of extremists." Head Hunter explained.
"Oh... Oh... Very well. Shall we find your friend?" Raven Holm replied in a calm voice.
"Yes... We shall." Head Hunter started for the door...…