The Bounty Warrior: A Short Story
“Fuck Kian… a man can die fucking with the TV during football season.” Jonas glared at him. He tossed the bones of the Buffalo wing into a bucket near his chair.
“I’ll acquaint you with your Maker,” Eron offered, settling Rosalind into the recliner. Then, he cracked the bones in his neck.
“Yeah, yeah, excite me later. Playtime’s over ladies,” Kian announced, cutting short their diatribe. The Bounty hunters recently returned from a hellhole planet in a nowhere galaxy growled. He knew the lengths it took for a warrior, when on leave, to dial-back the aggressive behavior. A trait needed to survive in the mercurial world of Immortals.
If he could change the Archaean’s decision to deploy the hunters so soon, he would. Especially, to extend Phenix’s healing time. Then, the penalty of extra time added to their 1,000-year sentences is likely to do more harm than good. …show more content…
The Sons of Morning Light, Heavens Bounty Hunters will deploy as instructed and on time.
Speaking of bitter things, Kian hairy eyeballed Jonas. Another of his obligatory football season snacks paused at his mouth. Deep-fried ‒ no oven-bake shit ‒ wings coated in an artery-blocking buttery, cayenne pepper hot sauce. Rubbing the back of his neck Kian tracked a blob of sauce sliding down the side of Jonas’ hand. Not a napkin in sight. It will spill. His eyes darted to the prized rug beneath the hunter’s
“I’ll acquaint you with your Maker,” Eron offered, settling Rosalind into the recliner. Then, he cracked the bones in his neck.
“Yeah, yeah, excite me later. Playtime’s over ladies,” Kian announced, cutting short their diatribe. The Bounty hunters recently returned from a hellhole planet in a nowhere galaxy growled. He knew the lengths it took for a warrior, when on leave, to dial-back the aggressive behavior. A trait needed to survive in the mercurial world of Immortals.
If he could change the Archaean’s decision to deploy the hunters so soon, he would. Especially, to extend Phenix’s healing time. Then, the penalty of extra time added to their 1,000-year sentences is likely to do more harm than good. …show more content…
The Sons of Morning Light, Heavens Bounty Hunters will deploy as instructed and on time.
Speaking of bitter things, Kian hairy eyeballed Jonas. Another of his obligatory football season snacks paused at his mouth. Deep-fried ‒ no oven-bake shit ‒ wings coated in an artery-blocking buttery, cayenne pepper hot sauce. Rubbing the back of his neck Kian tracked a blob of sauce sliding down the side of Jonas’ hand. Not a napkin in sight. It will spill. His eyes darted to the prized rug beneath the hunter’s