A simple bounty - third person

March 23, 2017

He'd just finished his drink and leaned back, seemed his mark wasn't going to be in today, suddenly out of the corner of his eye he spotted the guy, a broad man with what looked like a pneumatic loader for an arm. He gave him a once over with the sensonet in his eye, and it came up clean, no weapons except that arm. He glanced into the bottom of the empty glass and linked up with the bot net he'd deployed earlier. The mark seemed to be on his own. Bingo he thought to himself as he got to his feet. He'd been on the guy's trail for a few days, and a street rat had snitched for a few candy bars. He made his way over to the bar, got a stun patch out of his pocket and signaled the barman.

"Jimmy O'Toole?" He grinned a wide grin that screamed lying bastard.

"Yeah, what of it?" The huge man grunted in a gruff tone.

"I've been looking for ya, ya cunt!" Jimmy squinted as if trying to place him. Suddenly his hand came down on his back. Jimmy's eyes went wide then he fell back with a dull thud and started convulsing on the floor.

"Jimmy O'Toole, I'm serving a bounty on you from the Seven Stars Confederacy, you can say anything you like, but I'm not really interested." He released a set of nanofiber restraints that wrapped around Jimmy's twitching limbs and the impressive power tool.

"Honestly have you any idea how heavy that piece of scrap is gonna make you? I mean honestly." There was the sound of a smashing glass and he spun round.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" A very angry gentleman with a blue mohawk and a long chain from his nose