Bounty Hunter Bull McFeeney Log II
GalDate: Unknown
Location: Bounty Hunter’s Guild Hospital
I thought I was dead. Then I woke up here. Apparently the distress beacon in my ship activated, and I was towed to safety by the Guild Blue Shield. I guess those fees and massive insurance deductibles were worth something after all.
I don’t remember much. A routine snatch and grab operation with heavy supporting firepower turned bad. Somehow Aris had even more ships and guns on her side. Her corruption and evil influence reaches into the Space Force. Epic!
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My clients have chickened out, deciding not to pursue Aris Farrington any longer. I’ve been informed they have paid the cancellation fee plus my salary and expenses. The chase is over. It’s a draw. I find it very unsatisfying. But that’s the life of a bounty hunter. The gray aliens only gave me a one star rating on bounty hunter’s app. Dicks.
As I lay here, staring at the ceiling tiles, it is apparent there is only one logical course of action open to me. I cannot legally pursue Aris Farrington and her evil empire as a bounty any longer. Therefore, I must apply for my Private Investigator’s License and gather evidence to bring Farrington and her vast cartel to justice.
I will be back on the case as soon as I regain the use of my legs. McFeeney’s are not quitters!
Sleep first, then onward… (when’s my next pain meds?)
Written by Rick Northey
Title pic by WL Thompson
