(it would be 3 days after the "God Of Suns" incident, The Marksman would walk into a small-time diner before it closed, scanning the area)
Cashier: May I help you?
(The Marksman wouldn't speak, he would scan the room and see a middle aged man in a trench coat, drinking a cup of coffee)
(the Marksman would yell towards the man)
Marksman: HEY, OVER HERE
(The Marksman would pistol whip the man and slam his head against the table, holding it in place)
Cashier: hey, stop it!
Marksman: Wanna speak up? HUH?
(??? would quickly grab his katana and swiftly push The Marksman off him and swing his blade, The Marksman would catch it with his pistols and throw it to the ground, he would punch ??? in the gut and he would fall to the ground)
(??? would be holding his gut in pain, the hunter would pick him up and hold him against the diner table)
The Marksman: YOU BETTER START TALKING,
The General: about... what.....
The Marksman: THE FIGHT DAMNIT, (he would slam the generals head against the wall)
General: And what... (he would cough up some blood) about... it...?
Marksman: YOU LET HIM DIE, YOU DIDN'T STOP HIM, HE DIED BECAUSE OF.... YOU
(The General would look confused)
General: who..? the chainsaw guy..?
Marksman: YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER (he would pick the general back up and punch him in the face. The general was on the floor now, and the hunter grabbed his two pistols)
General: who... that.. hunter guy?
(The Marksman would change his mags on his pistols)
Marksman: So you do remember...
General: Hakai.. she... works with... collector.... spider..... please spare me...
Marksman: shut up... SHUT THE HELL UP
(The Marksman would beat the generals face with the pistols mercilessly, blood flying everywhere, he poured every ounce of rage he had into that poor mans face)
("it... was... a..." was all he could say before he died, his face, well... was no longer a face, but a fleshy exposure of what was once a great leader... )
(The Marksman would reach into his coat pocket and find a small pocket book with phone numbers, and he would put it in his pocket)
(The Cashier would then speak up, a double barrel shotgun to his head)
Cashier: HANDS UP, NOW!
(The Marksman would shoot him in his leg, he would fall to the floor in pain)
The Marksman: I don't have time for this...
(The Marksman left the diner, and drove off in the rain)
