(The hunter would walk into the same saloon where it all started, and saw the owner hold up a shotgun)
Saloon owner: IF YOUR GONNA START ANOTHER HELLISH OUTBREAK, YOUR GONNA GET SOMETHING ELSE WITH THAT TOO!
The Hunter: I’m not here to fight, I’m here to drink my problems away…
Owner: well that usually mean money, so what will it be?
The Hunter: just a bottle of scotch, and maybe a 12 dogs…
Owner: since I gotta ask, what happend?
The Hunter: the job was a bust…
Owner; you didn’t get the woman??
The Hunter: yeah… but my guy turned on me… now god probably sees me as a bigger joke… and my boss manipulated me into keeping her for money… so now I’m at square one…
(The owner would hand him an envelope with a red X on it)
Owner: if you need a job… just open that, but I may warn you, this is super risky..
(The hunter would open up the letter to see a familiar figure)
The Hunter: you’re joking… right?? I can’t-
(The owner cut him off)
Owner: I know you got this, I’ve seen you fight, your worthy, trust me, you didn’t even read it all also..
