Marshall D Teach Bounty Novels & Stories

That was why Building 5's defensive battle the night before had been so exhilarating. After learning what had happened, Ray couldn't help but smile. 'Time to pour some fuel on the fire,' he thought. He grabbed a loudspeaker, opened the window, and cranked the volume to the max. "Dear neighbors, it's time once again for everyone's favorite event—the bounty announcement. In light of the hostile actions taken against me by Building 4 yesterday, I hereby issue the following bounty: for every person from Building 4 you kill, bring me the body—or just the head—and you'll receive two pounds of food and one bottle of purified water. This bounty will remain in effect long-term, until everyone in Buil

Ezra, Aldus, and Vincent all shook their heads at the same time. Aldus then explained, "The listing will only disappear after the bounty is claimed, meaning that the target is killed. Or if the client themselves took it down by their own volition. There are no other methods to take down a bounty." "What about forcing them to take it down by utilizing the Campbell family's help?" asked Austin. "Mr. Walter is currently trying to get in contact with folks on the dark web as we speak," replied Ezra.

Yeah… "Fucked up now, then?" "It just happened over time." I shrugged. "You wanted to talk?" "Yeah, about the first three bounties actually." "What about them?" "I just want you to be excessively prepared, we can't afford a fuck up, nothing must go south." He spoke. "I've requested bio-datas for each of the bounties from Mae for you to go through and she'd be here with them very soon." "Who's Mae?" "One of the team." "She's an expert P.I, who when working hand in hand with Bryan could bring about amazing results and progress."

The noise inside the filthy basement was soon disturbed by the simultaneous buzzing of phones as a name popped up at the top of the list. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A new bounty was posted, and it was for $100,000,000. It's for capturing a guy named Marcus Fitz whose photo from the tabloid decades ago was published and under his name was the title "the Headmaster of the Black Order." Depending on rank $10,000 - $50,000 for every member of the Black Order's head. The last known location is California. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Audible gasps filled the room as the silence set in. Soon they start smirking. All the bounty hunters cheered in glee. A huge amount of money for a person everyone hates is a deal

His wife would be pissed, the kids would suffer, his creditors would. The lock opened, and Marcus Doug Douglas entered the ship. He had never met Baddo before, or even heard of him for that matter, but if the master of one of his ships had something important to say, and came all the way to Byron to say it, then the least he could do was listen. Even if the ship was more than a million miles off course. Doug Douglas looked around, spotted the man in question, and stuck out his hand. "Captain Baddo, I'm Marcus Doug Douglas. It's a pleasure to meet you".

"I want every mercenary, every bounty hunter, every opportunist in the territories looking for her." "Fifteen thousand it is." Callister pulled out parchment from my desk without asking. "Let's draft this and get it sent out immediately. The sooner word spreads, the sooner someone delivers her to us." The three of us spent the next hour drafting the official bounty notice. Callister dictated the formal language—he was surprisingly good at bureaucratic speak when he wanted to be—while Sena and I wrote it out in careful script. /OFFICIAL BOUNTY NOTICE By order of the Alliance of Territorial Alphas

Cosmo said and I hear movement. How long was I going to be here for? Adrian was certainly at work. How could he be acting like a saint, when he was this evil? How could he keep me tied up like this? I almost cried again. “It’s her.” Wanda gasped, and my head snapped to them. They were both looking at me now. “It’s five million dollars in bitcoin for whoever has information about her.” Hearing that made my heart leap. It could only be Damien. I wasn’t the religious type.

He didn't take his hands out of his pockets. ​The woman stopped rocking. Her blue eyes looked from Dante’s face down to Bella’s, her expression shifting from cautious appraisal to a slow, heavy recognition that made her shoulders drop a fraction of an inch. "I was his assistant, Mr. Blackwood. Before the Directorate closed the labs. My name is Martha." ​"The Delaware firm is filing for the deed tomorrow morning," Bella said, stepping past Dante to the bottom step. "They have the maritime routing codes from Boston." ​"I know," Martha said, her voice low and surprisingly steady. "The local bank called about the escrow change yesterday. I knew Evelyn wouldn't let them have the ledger without a

"Mackenzie." Heavy breathing on the other end. Ragged. Scared. Then a voice, rough and barely holding together. "This is Vincent Caruso. I want to turn myself in." Mackenzie's heart jumped into his throat. He gestured frantically at Ella, who immediately started pulling up tracking software, fingers flying across her keyboard. "Mr. Caruso. Where are you?" "Somewhere safe. For now." Caruso's voice was shaking. "But I know there's a bounty on my head. I know people are looking for me. I saw the posts. Fifty thousand dollars. That's a lot of money for a dead man."

I could not guess which Alpha or pack this man was working for; all I knew was that this man was reveling at the prospect of handing me in and claiming a bountiful reward. I carefully steadied my heart and prepared for an attack that I was sure would come. This bounty hunter had come here to claim a bounty. His only mistake was that he clearly underestimated me, and for that, he would pay dearly. I smiled sarcastically and waited for him to bring it in.