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Session 1-1

Doppelganger Danger

Mars, Tharsis City

0258 local time

    A man dressed in all black is running down an alley, when he suddenly slips from a puddle of rainwater. A shout of “hey he’s over here!” can be heard as we see several men in suits run down that same alley way, except they have Beretta M9s drawn. They quickly catch up to the fallen figure, “Where is it Cliff, whatcha do with it?” the first man says as he pulls the now identified Cliff up and punches him in the face.

“I don’t have it, I swear!” Cliff says as he coughs, “I know who does though, please just let me live and I’ll have back for ya by tomorrow I swear!” he pleads as a barrel is placed flush against his head. Another figure steps out of the shadows and waves his hand, with this Cliff is dropped to the ground.

“Who does Cliff, just tell me his name and we’ll be gone.” this new figure says as he steps out into a light, he has short blonde hair and a slight goatee, as he lights up a cigarette.

“It’s Greyson! I swear Jace, Daniel has it, just let me live, I’ll call him and you can have him and your supply back, just let me live.” Cliff begs as tears begin to fall from his eyes. He looks up pleadingly at Jace, “Please.” he says one last time.

Jace reaches down and pats Cliff against his face, “I believe you Cliff, I really wish you hadn’t done something so stupid, I really do.” Jace says apathetically as he places a suppressed Beretta 950 against Cliff’s stomach and fires three times and finally a fourth right in Cliff’s temple. He stands back up and wipes the blood off of his handgun with a handkerchief, “You heard him boys, a Mister Daniel Greyson has our red eye. Put a bounty on him, and send some of our out too, I don’t want to have to pay someone if we can just kill them and take Greyson from them.” with that he leaves the alley and enters a black sedan.

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1058 local time

   A tall man can be seen climbing out of his red and blue YSS-1000 Sabre, he’s wearing an open black suit jacket with sleeves pushed up to his shoulders, his black hair is covering small chunks of his face, his bright blue eyes can be seen half lidded and still somewhat asleep as he stretches his back. “God damn, I hate sleeping in The Kestrel, but a motel room is too expensive especially around here, well might as well try to find a diner or something for breakfast.” he says as runs a hand through his hair. He comes across a small convenience store and instantly his stomach voices its opinion about getting some kind of food. He enters and heads towards the back, as he’s looking at the different kinds of ramen they have, he hears the show Bigshot coming from the front of the store.

“Howdy amigos we have a hot bounty today for you. A man named Daniel Greyson has a bounty of five-hundred and fifty thousand Woolongs on his head, remember he needs to be alive for the bounty.” the TV set droned out. With this Dan looks up and notices two men enter one is wearing a blue suit and has slicked back hair, the other is wearing a t-shirt filled random marks from ancient Egypt, a black hat,a pair of sunglasses and visible along his arms are tattoos of just about anything. Dan having what he needs walks up to the counter and places his three packs of ramen and two beers on the counter. The two men who walked in move up to the counter with what looked like a dozen packs of snowballs.

“I need to see your ID for the beers.” the younger man said from behind the counter.

“Oh, right sorry about that.” Dan quickly said as he hands his ID over to the cashier.

“That’ll be 8 woolongs Mr. Grayson.” the cashier said, with that the two men next to Dan straightened up and Dan thought to himself ‘Shit, please don’t think I’m that guy, please, I just want my ramen.’ as he paid the cashier and left, the other two men quickly behind him.

One of them pulled out a MAC-10 and pointed it at Dan’s back, with that Dan’s shoulders slumped and he sighed. “Hands up Greyson, we’re turning you in.” the well dressed said as he walked in front of Dan.

“Listen I’m not the guy with the bounty, look at my ID and compare it, this is all a case of mistaken identity.” Dan calmly explained.

“Okay, Nice keep the gun on him I’ll check his ID.” the front one said as he reached into Dan’s front left inside pocket.

“The hell Kelly, this guys just trying to trick us, it’s him the names match, man.” Nice said as he prodded Dan with his MAC-10.

Kelly ignoring his partner, pulled up the bounty’s information on his PDA, the name with bounty said Daniel Greyson, while the ID he held said Dan Grayson. “Well what do ya know, you aren’t the guy we want, sorry about.” as handed the ID back.

“Thanks now can you tell inky back there put the gun away before he hurts himself.” Dan said with a light smirk.

“Hey, fuck you man, the name’s DJ Not Nice, you white bitch.” DJ Not Nice said as he placed his MAC-10 back in it’s holster, and backed off. With the gun no longer pressed into his back, Dan started to walk away. “Yeah that’s right you didn’t want none of this.” DJ Not Nice taunted as Dan turned the corner and left.

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As Dan made his way to his ship, a pudgy man with short red hair rammed into him, and dropped his bag which spilled its contents of small red vials everywhere. “Damnit I can’t lose these, if I do I’m dead, fucking Cliff, fucking Jace, and fucking Cowboys. If that stupid show never aired I would home free, but no they just gotta plaster my name everywhere, fucking Daniel Greyson, has a blahblahblah bounty on his head. Shoulda listened to Matt and gone straight.” as he finished his little monologue he felt a barrel press against his head.

“So you’re the little shit with my name, well close enough to it.” Dan said as he pressed his Jericho 941 R custom to Daniel’s head. “Honestly I should just shoot you here, you’ve not only got a gun pressed into my back, you just ruined my ramen and made my beers open.” with this Daniel started to shake.

“Come on let’s go, I want that bounty to pay for the food you just ruined.” Dan said as he cuffed him and lifted him up off of his knees. As he did this several men suits came up to him.

“Sir, congrats on the bounty, but we’ll take him from here.” the first one said as he finished Daniel started to shake even more.

“You guys ISSP?” Dan asked with full intention to kill them if they weren’t, if anyone was turning this bounty in it was him.

“No, our employer put the bounty on him and we’ve been sent to recover him. Now would you kindly release him to us.” the suited man said as his friends started to pick up the red vials.

“Do I still get my woolongs, he kinda messed up my breakfast.” Dan said referring to the beer soaked remains of what was his ramen.

“Yes, please follow me.” the suit said as he started to walk towards black sedan. Dan followed him but was still at the ready incase they tried to fuck with him. The suit man opened the rear door and motioned for Dan to enter. After Dan entered, he saw an older looking man inside, with short blonde hair and and a small goatee.

“Hi there I’m Jace, and you are..” Jace lead on.

“Dan Grayson, with an A not an E.” Dan said offered his hand to shake.

“Ah of course, names such a finicky thing, you know my brother was named Jace as well, our mother wasn’t to bright. Ah well you're here for the bounty right?” Jace said as he shook Dan’s hand. “Well here’s the problem, we really didn’t plan on paying you, really the plan was to kill whoever caught our little runaway and be done with them.” as Jace finished saying this he pulled out his Beretta 950 “Sorry but that’s the way the chips fall my friend.” Right when he finished talking Dan reached out and jabbed at Jace’s neck with his finger tips, with that Jace dropped his gun and reached for his throat as his airway was cut off.

“Sorry Jace, I don’t plan on dying, but I’m sure all those little red vials are worth something to the ISSP, so I’ll just take those, ok?” Dan asked as he grabbed the suppressed Beretta 950 and shot Jace and the driver in the head, He opened the door to the sedan and walked out to find the men in the suits not paying attention to him, he pulled out his Jericho and whistled at them.

They looked over at him and drew their own guns a mix of Beretta M9s and Colt Commanders.

When the did this Dan started shooting and nailed two of the men in the upper chest, he quickly dropped back into the sedan as they started shooting at him, apparently the sedan was bullet resistant because not a single shot hit him or the interior, as they all stopped to reload Dan popped back out and shot the last three. He grabbed Daniel Greyson who was cowering behind a trash can and picked up the baggy filled with red vials and waited for the ISSP to arrive.

About twenty minutes later they arrived. “About time you guys showed up, I got a bounty to collect on and some illegal drugs I’m sure you want.” Dan said with a smirk.

See You Next Time, Space Cowboy.