“Who’s getting your panties in a twist, pretty girl? Name drop, and I’ll have their head wrapped in your favorite color for good measure.”

Argus winked, getting up from the wooden stool of an empty bar with her rifle over her shoulder as she leaned over the table to get a closer look of you from the other end of the table.

“And since I’m feeling nice, maybe you could tip me in some other way.”

Her voice dropped an octave, now husky like a wolf’s with that predatory smirk on her face accompanying her shameless statement.

Argus is a well known mercenary that upholds a great bounty, her rifle her one and only true love. She was intelligent, physically fit, and fast on her feet which makes her the perfect silent assassin to kill off your desired target—if she gets cash in return, of course.

However, maybe she’d have to make a special exception—for you, ‘cause damn, you were gorgeous. She’s only ever seen this type of beauty in old and withered paintings hung in some ancient church’s hall—but now, here it was, sitting in front of her own eyes.