Wilson and the big brother spent the consequent three hours, killing, skinning, cutting up and cooking the gigantic flesh of the squirrel over a spitfire.The big brother who had introduced himself as Dash - much to the trepidation of Wilson - was very good at it. It was obvious he had experience."I used to go on small-scale hunting trips with my dad." He had explained.They sat together, turning frequently to look around them, expecting the fire and rising smell of salivary meat to attract some carnivore or another, but none came. Maybe the gigantic beasts were terrors to the other beasts in the forest and now, because they made them run, the beasts saw them as terrors of terrors. Or perhaps, there was already something lurking and waiting for the perfect opportunity. Whichever way, it was still thankfully quiet. That was until Wilson broke the silence."So, about your sister..." Wilson began."Don't even think about it. She's only ten." Dash interrupted."

Wilson ran to the other side another tree as quickly as he could. He had identified the tree the sniper was on and using the dark shadows of the trees, he ran towards the tree, weaving his way in a roundabout manner; using the trees in his surroundings as cover. He temporarily stopped and squatted behind two close trees. He tried to use the little space in between to peep at the direction the sniper shot at. The tree he thought the sniper was on wasn't the one.The issue was the sniper was keeping his eyes on him and never once blinked. As soon as he saw Wilson move, he pulled the trigger.*Bang*It hit the tree, very close to Wilson's head. Wilson quickly took a step back and that quick thinking of his was what saved him from the second shot.*Bang*The sniper cocked his gun again, eyes never leaving Wilson's position. Another bullet.*Bang*'Not safe enough!' Wilson concluded and dashed out of his cover at full speed, his body as low to the ground as he

Dash, of course, still didn't trust Wilson. He just believed that he had a good grasp of Wilson's strength, speed and skill level, as well as character and had faith in his own ability to pick up the signs and if, perchance, Wilson began to have any stupid ideas, he would easily get rid of the threat.Inside of the tent; it was a spacious, well lit room with four beds at the four corners of the room and a huge fridge that stood in the center of the room. It was much bigger and way more beautiful than the room at the hotel Wilson had slept in and he could not help but wonder how in the world all that could fit into the small tent he saw outside. It was insane."Sleep over there!" Dash said, pointing Wilson to the farthest bed from the one which his sister slept in. "And keep your mouth shut!" He ordered.Wilson glared at him; eyes blazing; his words of rebuke at the tip of his tongue but eventually, he changed his mind. Dash had helped him quite a bit today. He should just tolerate an

Wilson took a good look at Dash and took two hurried steps away from him."What's with the look?" Dash asked."Uh?""And why did you move like that?""I don't understand what you're saying." Wilson played the ignorance card, shaking his head but looking away in guilt.Dash opened his mouth to say something but decided against it."Look over there! That red dot." He said instead, pointing at a red dot that was moving slower than the others."What's wrong with it?" Wilson asked."That's our first target." Dash said. "Oh? Okay!" Wilson said with a nod of his head. "But how am I supposed to get there?" He asked looking around. "Is there another secret passage or something?"Dash nodded. He did not take his eyes off the screens, constantly keeping track of all the still-alive bounty hunters - all thirty-one of them. He took a small earpiece from his spatial bracelet and handed it to Wilson."Wear this!" He said. "So that I will be able to communicate with you.""Okay." Wilson responded a

"Now!" Wilson stabbed forward from behind and the knife penetrated Captain Boomerang's flesh like hot knife through butter. He twisted the knife inside his ambush victim's back; his hand over Captain Boomerang's mouth to ensure he would not make a noise. He stabbed two more times; one to the chest and the last one went straight for the jugular of the victim, putting him down for good."Great! Bring back the body, cloth and all. The useless wannabe will be more useful in his death than when he was alive."Wilson grabbed the bleeding body and dragged it into the hollow tree he came out of."Dash, what do you intend to do with a dead body?" Wilson asked as he watched Dash remove the spatial ring from the dead body.'Rich bastard! Your parents are so wealthy, why did you choose an occupation such as this, especially when you are both lazy and untalented combat-wise?' Dash thought as he emptied the spatial ring of its mid and high level potions; healing, Mana, rejuve