Chalnarc was close enough to be a problem, but dumb and slow enough to where Dirk had multiple solutions. But for all of his bluster, he couldn't kill Chalnarc in any gruesome fashion. The contract said his face needed to be whole, and he needed to bring back the body as well. This led Dirk to prefer the quarry cooperate and come alive, but if he was going to be trouble, then he would simply kill him and end it. 

Chalnarc saw the briefest of hesitation in the Bounty Hunter, and so he leaped forward like a Zykron Leech and chopped downward with his blade before Dirk could get a shot off. Jacosta would see the blade slam into Dirk's position and hit the blasted soil beneath him. Behind Chalnarc's bulk, it was hard to tell what had happened. She would realize a moment later that Dirk had subtly sidestepped the attack and used Chalnarc's brav ado to his advantage. Dirk Crimson had calmly placed the barrel of one of his DX-15s under Chalnarc's chin and pulled the trigger, the big man haven't having fallen simply because Dirk kept him up with his free hand. 

Stepping out of the bounty's space, Chalnarc hit the dirt as dead as old earth. 

It was as easy as he had imagined. The hard part now was taking this slag of meat across the wastes to Neo-Mecca. The tough was burly, but his mechanical enhancements added unnecessary weight that will slow him down a bit. Dirk was just about to kneel down to grab at the corpse when his visor went off, a humanoid signature. Female. Armed. Her heartbeat came up on his sensors. Instead of kneeling or holstering his gun, he aimed it at the corner she hid. He thought he had heard a raucous noise inside. Was it from her? 

"Identify yourself."