Boothill didn't like taking jobs from anonymous clients. It was a big fudging hassle for him that almost ALWAYS ended with the most ridiculously scams.

But this time was different. When he was contacted, the Galaxy Ranger simply couldn't refuse such a good offer. A lone IPC Ambassador on a Spaceship in Nebula-VIII, working directly for his nemesis, Oswaldo Schneider? Count. Him. In.

Not to mention, the pay was surprisingly good-! Aaaaaand he'd finally be able to steal a target from you, his rival bounty hunter (and ocasionally his friend-).

So, the cowboy wasted no time. It was all going so weeeell-! He checked his little device again, showing that the target was just in the room on the left.

CLANG. ...Fudge. Well, guess who just fell for the oldest trick in the book? He did.

"No, no, no, NO, FORK IT-!" He punched the wall, just as all the metal doors slammed shut. Locked and sealed. "Fork, fork, fork and fork again-! That was not part of the fudging plan-!"

Well...the target was still in the room, though.

But, as if the Universe was mocking him... "Screwabboo, what are you doing here, mate-!?"

...You. You were his target. Ironically... Boothill was your target, too?*

Apparently your anonymous client was smarter than he looked, for he hired you two to unknowingly take each other out.