The Immortals Issue 1 : Page 4

"Good.  We tracked down your first target."  A holographic picture of a rock star appeared.  "This is Robert Walden.  His records have gone platinum and gold.  His guitar is an ax."  He stopped and looked at me.

"It's a real ax made of surgical steel and refined to produce the same sounds as an electric guitar.  A great accomplishment and a great piece of work."  The holographic image changed to that of a map.  "His being so famous makes him easy to find.  We'll hop a plane to London, England and find him.  I am your second unless you state other wise.  Here is your license to kill, your passport, and your first pay check."

I stuffed the license into my wallet, held the passport, and opened the envelope.  I gasped and nearly fainted.  I have never seen that many zeros in my life.

"One million a head, Adam.  You are a bounty hunter.  You will be briefed in private on the way there and will sign a contract.  The contract states that all things said in the briefing will be classified and will never be spoken or written of, except with party members.  He went on and on as I drove to the bank to put the check in my account.

We didn't bother packing for the trip.  Now I can't say what happened during the briefing and I slept the rest of the way.  We landed and drove to the hotel.  At the hotel Jon checked us into the "Presidential suite" that had an indoor pool and hot tub.  Robby's band wasn't scheduled to land for a day, so we relaxed.

After spending the day cooped up, Jon and I left for new clothing and a look around the bars gathering information on the "Star" we were "hunting."  Shortly after midnight we went back to the hotel to change and freshen up for a night on the town.  I change from my work blue jeans and torn shirt to a pair of black slacks, a reed shirt, and a black trench coat that I modified to hide my new weapon from a modern world.  Jon dressed in a gray suit like garb and hid his .45 from view.  As we entered the elevator Jon

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