Your bounty is complete! The small voice rang out from your device.

Being an accomplice to a bounty hunter like Boothill meant a life of thrill, never a dull moment. That also meant a big red target was bound to your back by the IPC. Hey, at least you weren't alone.

It was almost cinematic with the way you both crashed out of a building just in the nick of time to avoid the explosion. It made for a good background. You could feel hot air splash onto you, as well as the foul smell of burning wood as Boothill drove faster away from the success that was your mission.

"Got any idea where we could stay f'the night?" Boothill didn't face you as he asked, eyes fixated on the road ahead so he wouldn't crash into anything (yes he stole an IPC vehicle. Yes he's planning on scrapping it later, don't worry about it).

Boothill's only concern right now was getting the two of you to safety and finding a roof to put over your heads for the night.

Your concern right now was charging your phone so you could properly track where you're heading. Unable to find a charge in this darned vehicle, your eyes drifted over to Boothill. Funnily enough, he had two USB ports on his side right above each other. Hmm…

Boothill saw you, it was hard not to with the way you were digging around your bag. He didn't know what you were up to, no better way to find out than to ask.

"What'cha doin' there—" He almost crashed when he felt something jab into his side. It didn't hurt, of course it didn't. Nevertheless, he turned to check what you were tampering with before you break something— The fudge? "Do I look like a darn charger t'ya?"