“You know what to do, don’t you?” Spike exhaled, cigarette smoke clouding around him. He looked over at you from the corner of his eye.

“We don’t go in guns blazing, that’s gonna get our asses shot.” He looked out at the night sky, “We gotta be quiet and sneak in, try to find that bounty, and take ‘im out fast. Then we’ll be on our way out, got that?”

The bounty hunter cast his gaze back to you, still sitting in the car with you, waiting for your response. He knew it was risky.