Wake up

When you wake up, you roll out of bed and clean up. All this time in the back wood as allowed you to kinda let go of yourself. The rough beard you have on should have been shaved off, but perhaps with Winter rapidly approaching, having some extra hair on your face wouldn't hurt? However, you should probably get a hair cut, you're starting to look pretty ratty. You exhale and blink, sucking in your cheeks and puckering your lips. You could probably do a fairly dodgy job on doing it yourself, but you'd be willing to pay someone to do for you.

You crane your neck, deciding to do it some other time. You get dressed in your full attire, thinking to check the bounty board. Usually, you're one of the first contractors on the board. When you make to the lobby floor however, someone stops you and asks your name. It's a young man, just a kid really, nothing to worried about. You tell him your name and he nods.

"I'm a courier," he tells you as he reaches into a sling bag. "It's been almost a full month, but your order finally came through."

"Order?" You ask, watching him a little more carefully.

"Yes," he says, pulling out a rather large cardboard box. "Hollow tipped bullets. 200 grains."

"Oh right. Christ it took this long to get here?" You take the box and ask if he needs payment. The courier shakes his head and steps away, explaining that he was already paid in advance. You hold the weighted box for a moment and look around. You ordered about 400 rounds, and it felt like a 400 rounds. Instead of going to the bounty board you were going to go shooting instead, just to make sure they don't blow up your rifle or that they're unable to feed properly.

Already geared up, you continue to the door, only to be staled again...Suddenly, you feel someone grabbing and pulling you back instead. At first, you suspected it to be Delilah, trying to pull you into a conversation. However, when you turn around, you are face-to-face with the purple-eyed mink from last night. Miranda.

Her brows knit when she spots the box ammo and the barrel of your rifle sticking from your box. "Going somewhere?" She's not wearing her night gown this time, instead she's wearing a pair of jeans, red blouse, and long leather boots. Apparently not working that day. She wears a playful, red smirk as she awaits your reply.

You explain to her that whatever she has planned needs to wait, you have to do some work first. "Are you going to kill someone?" she asks flatly.

You shake your head and say that you're probably just going to blow through a couple hundred rounds to make sure they aren't garbage. "Seriously? You bought that much ammo and you aren't about the quality? Amateur."

"Didn't have a choice. If I bought a small amount of ammo and they good then I wouldn't have anymore-"

Miranda rolls her wrist. "Whatever. I get it, I guess. Can I tag a long? It's been a while I've had pulled a trigger, but I bet I could give you a run for your money."

You laugh slightly. "Are you willing to put some money where your mouth is?"

"Fuck yeah I am," she says triumphantly. "Let's go!"