“Damn IT!” Jennifer shouted throwing her phone at the wall of her rented apartment. She had just called the Number and proceeding numbers left by the man she now knew was Jon Martin. She had the man in her grasp and let him slip right through her fingers, he had played her like a fiddle and now she was angry. If the bounty wasn’t for him to be alive she would have gladly taken her pistol and pointed it against his skull and blew the brains right out of the thief’s body.
Their may be no trail to find him, but the man must still be on the planet, the hunt was still on and it was personal. It was time to stop playing it Subtly in dresses and time to grab her grenades and start blowing and shooting her way to the marked man.