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[color=0054a6][b]23:12. Geurchville, main street.[/b][/color]
[b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV_3Dpw-BRY]It was cold and raining.[/url][/b]

An antique, black Dodge Charger was cruising down the street, rain pouring down onto the pavement as numerous people ran back to their homes to protect themselves from the cold, searching what all humans needed most: Heat. The man inside the car adjusted his jacket, waiting in the middle of the street, in a junction. He didn't stop because the light was red or there was something off about the place, no, he was waiting. All it took was 5 minutes, 5 minutes for a man to turn the corner, keeping what seemed like a suitcase close to him, covered in a brown trenchcoat and a big wool hat. The dim clarity of the streetlights was the only thing keeping the "prey" from identifying the hunter, which kept himself in the shadows, made easier by the cold colors of his attire and vehicle.

The man in the car slowly started to turn, before stopping his Charger aside of the road, keeping himself from being seen by the man. He adjusted his gloves, before getting out of the vehicle and putting his hands in his pockets, the hoodie covering his head entirely, slowly making his way up to the man with the suitcase. Some cars continued to go on their way, some of them going into the nearby alleyways to do all sorts of nasty stuff in there, more than likely get aids. The man with the suitcase sat in one of the bus stops, bringing out his pocket watch and quickly taking a look at it as the other approached.
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"Excuse me, may I know what hour is it?"[/b][/color]

[b][color=92278f]"Hmph?"[/color][/b] He replied, his face instantly going pale as he recognized the man who had been watching him.

[color=00a651][b]"Oh, nevermind, I remember now..."[/b][/color] Óscar said, instantly grabbing him by the neck and pushing him against the glass wall of the stop [b][color=00a651]"Time for you to fucking pay, bastard."[/color][/b]

[color=92278f][b]"Pl-Please Ömega, I j-just need more time, I'll pay you wh-"[/b][/color] He instantly got cut as the bounty hunter applied pressure to his throat, leaving him gasping for air.

[color=00a651][b]"Look [i]amigo[/i], we all need more time, but I don't work for free..."[/b][/color] The Spaniard instantly took the suitcase with his free hand, opening it and checking inside: About a thousand dollars in small bills, plus what appeared to be spare clothing and whatnot. [color=00a651][b]"I think this is mine..."[/b][/color] he said as he took the money, closing the suitcase again and pushing it against the man's chest, bringing out a Ruger SR1911 up from the holster inside his hoodie, making pressure on his stomach with it [b][color=00a651]"I'm a respectable mercenary and bounty hunter [i]colega[/i], but if I don't get paid, I can get quite [i]cabreado[/i], understood?"[/color][/b].

[b][color=92278f]"Y-Yes..."[/color][/b] the man replied with a weak voice, more than likely induced by fear.

Óscar nodded, putting the gun back in the holster and putting his hoodie back on, before starting to direct himself to the car once again [b][color=00a651][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CFuCYNx-1g]"Have a nice trip!"[/url][/color][/b] he said back to the man, giving him a wave, not looking back. The sound of a Dodge Charger was heard, leaving the vicinity and heading to one of the remaining open places at this hour: The Strip Club.

He parked his car near the entrance, where the man guarding the door recognized him [color=f7941d][b]"Poleo" [/b][/color]the bulky black male said, nodding at him,[b][color=00a651]"Hey Jim, how're Bella's classes going?"[/color][/b] he asked, reaching up to his pocket and handing him the keys [color=f7941d][b]"Not bad, she got an 8 in her Spanish exam..."[/b][/color] The Spaniard smiled at him, giving him a pat on the back before going in, putting off his leather jacket with the hoodie and going to the club's counter, showing off his black "Gl&Hf" shirt, ordering a black vodka with sprite, looking around the club.