The Hunter becomes the Hunted....

"Yes." He never said more than what was neccasary. He walked up to the target. "Hello." The man whirls around in time to get stabbed. He gasped then fell over dead. "Let's get out of here." He says.

 

Gerik teleports down from the rooftop. "Not a second too late. Our next target is in a village about 3 miles up north." They all headed out.

 

Sepherious was lementing his unfinished champagne. "You guys move to fast. I never got to finish my drink." He sighs and begins cleaning blood off of his knife. "How much was that guys death worth?"

 

"Oh, same as last time," Gerik told Sepherious.

*How much should they be worth?*

 

"Don't worry. He isn't fat." Gerik said jokingly. "Actually, he is a crime lord and is responsible for all of the recent murderings in his village."

 

>probably 10 thousand give or take depending on how hard it is to kill the guy.<
"Perhaps I will get to gun this one down. I would prefer that to all this cloak and dagger stuff. How well proteceted is this crim lord?" Sepherious asks.

 

"It varies day to day, depending on his mood. Lately, there has been more security, so I think that something big is gonna happen. Worst case senario, expect many guards. By the way, our client has offered us a bonus. This crime lord has something very valuble, an ancient tome or something. Our client has offered to pay us triple if we can get it and bring it back."

 

Sepherious is happy. He has his gun all cleaned, is about to make some serious bucks, and has a good idea. "Maybe if we could get me inside I could take him out. I have had expierience with this group. They would welcome me back with open arms." He smiles.

 

"That is good. Anything to our advantage. I must admit though, something doesn't feel right about this client of ours. Remind me to look into it when we are done," Gerik told them, "Now, when should we strike?"

 

"I am ready. Everyone quiet." He pulls out a cell phone and after a few seconds dials a number. "Hey, sup man. Listen. I am getting tired of my current bussiness. I would like to rejoin you." He listens a bit. "I know about the test." Listens. "Yeah, okay. See ya." He hangs up. "I have to bring the head of someone against his group. Shouldn't take us all that long. This way I prove my loyalty. I get to pick the target and I have just the man in mind." He smiles evily.

 

"Alright then. Hey, I have an idea, how about a test? Nothing complicated, just how long it takes you to get the guy's head," Gerik said jokingly.

 

"Ok. Money on the table. I bet 100 hundred dollars I have his head by the end of the week I join his group." He slapped down a hundred dollars and a case marked "All bets are off!" to hold the money in.

 

"Alright then, I bet 200 dollars that it will take you two weeks to get his head," Gerik laughed, placing the money in the case.