Benn Beckman Bounty Novels & Stories

Stoney said. “Yes. I think we should tell Adrian’s dad about it,” Elena quickly said. “He will use his influence to get the bounty removed fast.” “No, even Gareth Claimer might not be able to get the bounty revoked,” Stoney said. “But you approached the right person. Our boss can give you protection and also take care of that bounty.” Elena nodded. “How much is the f*e?”

he patted me on the shoulder, I realised then that because I had commanded him not to shoot me he couldn't, this was my chance "Tell me who you are? Why do you want to kill us?" I asked, the man scoffed but answered "My name is Anton, I'm a bounty hunter, I was hired to kill you" he spoke the last bit looking at me "Why?" I asked a little freaked out "Because my boss doesn't like you" I looked at Thomas "Is he your boss?" I asked Anton pointing at Thomas "No" was all he said, I stepped closer to him

As if a bounty was a piece of logistical information rather than something that should by any reasonable measure be delivered with some kind of emotional inflection. Scarlett stared at him. "You're serious," she said. He was silent, eyes fixed to the road. "A bounty. An actual—" she turned fully in her seat to look at him. "Jesus Christ. How? When? How do you know?" "One of my security contacts in Rome just called to let me know. Apparently word went out through certain channels in the last forty-eight hours." He changed lanes. "It's not a public contract thank God. Which means Richard or someone working for Richard, and which means—"

For a moment, it was just us. Then Dorian came in, face grim. “We’ve got a bigger problem.” Leon stood. “What now?” “There’s chatter. Someone leaked a new bounty. Not just on Margarette—on all of us.” I stood up too fast. “A bounty?” “Open contract. No names. Just photos and a price.” “How much?” Leon asked. Dorian looked at me. “Dead, they get five million. Alive… ten.” The fire crackled. Leon swore.

“If Balor is leading the raiders then we're in more trouble than I thought. He either works for Mannus or someone who was willing to pay higher.” “Think about the enemies you have then, who wants your head on a pike?” I asked sarcastically. “Everyone,” He said with a smile. “That’s the problem. I'm Sweeney Brockbank, I run the finances for all the realms, there's a bounty on my head every minute.” “That's why you're so eager about alliances,” I replied.

Soon after, Wessel entered with two rugged men in tow, both in their forties with imposing statutes and bulging muscles, radiating raw power. "Appreciate your efforts, Mr. Penns!" Terry said, his smile spreading as he rose to greet them. "You're too gracious, Mr. Austin," they replied, settling into the couch. "I'm curious, Mr. Austin. Who is it that you need us to handle this time?" The elder brother, Maxim Penn, spoke with a composed and even voice. "With a fifteen-million-dollar bounty on the line, this guy can't be just some random Joe, can he?" The younger brother, Blythe, remarked, casually sipping from his cup.

"I don't think anyone has the guts to accept the bounty anymore. I heard Queen Eden has lost her patience with all these quacks. If you take the job and can't deliver, it's a death sentence." Upon hearing the surrounding conversations, Ashton's eyes lit up. He approached the notice board, smiled faintly, and tore down the bounty notice. He knew that this was the fastest path to meeting Eden. "Someone accepted the bounty!" In that instant, a series of startled exclamations erupted, and the collective attention of the onlookers converged upon Ashton.

Mei stepped beside me. “You realize something,” she said quietly. “What?” She held up her phone. The screen displayed a breaking global headline. $1,000,000,000 BOUNTY ISSUED FOR JOHN EDISON My face appeared under the headline. Jasmine walked up behind us. “Well…” She crossed her arms. “Looks like you’re officially the most wanted man on Earth.” Sam’s voice echoed calmly in my ear. “Master John… multiple intelligence networks have confirmed the bounty.” “Assassins, mercenaries, and bounty hunters will begin moving within hours.”

He said, and forwarded the names to Conan via mail. " Is there any thing you want to do?" He asked. " We need to inform all of them. I am at loss at what to do concerning her issue. Bounty was not working because it seems that she had something else she depended on. He wondered how people were so gullible, she never finally gave anyone money or whatever she promised them, yet they decided to be loyal to her crap. Get involved in danger all because of money that they would never see. He came to a conclusion that their problem was nothing but greed.

“You sure that was Neal Beck?” The man nodded. “Yes. I dug a little deeper, too. All they know it’s that he’s some sort of VIP Cameron Southern met while conducting business abroad. He was obviously very well-regarded, considering how Mr. Southern later made him the governor of The Commune—traditionally The Serpents’ territory.” Waylon narrowed his eyes. ‘Neal Beck… A stranger the Southern heir brought home.’ Had he not already known Nollace was rescued by Cameron, he would have never suspected ‘Neal Beck’ to be a pseudonym.