Bounty Hunter - By Steshu (steshu87@home.com)

Prologue

The terrorist looked in shock at the two smoking guns in his hands.  He
had just emptied both clips in the guns into the figure standing not
more than ten feet away in the darkness, and they all seemed to have
somehow missed it.  And some, to his disbelief, seemed to have gone
through it.

"I got to be seeing things," he mumbled to himself.  Quickly, he threw
down the guns in disgust and started to run away from the figure.
Looking over his right shoulder, he noticed the figure coming after
him.  "There is no way you are getting me, officer!" as he ran out the
door toward the open field and freedom.

After running a short distance through the field, he looked over his
shoulder again.  This time, the figure wasn't behind him.  "Ha, ha," he
said out loud, "I knew I was too fast to be caught."  When he turned and
looked in front of him, he stumbled over his feet and fell to the ground
in amazement at the sight in front of him.  There, standing over him,
was the figure, dressed in what appeared to be a black, skintight
uniform.  The arms of the figure were crossed over each other, resting
across the front of the figure.

"YOU!! How in the ..., what the ..., all man, are you in for it now!"
With that the terrorist rose and pulled out a long knife that he had
stashed in his boot.  "You are in deep trouble now, pal!"  Suddenly, he
paused and looked more closely at the figure in front of him.  It was a
woman, a young woman at that.  She couldn't be older than 21, he
thought.  His grip on the knife relaxed some.  "A woman.  A woman is
trying to stop one of the world's most dangerous terrorists.  Don't make
me laugh.  When did they start allowing women like you on the force?" he
inquired, feeling completely not threatened now by her.

"When women like me can do this!" came the reply, along with a
thunderous punch to the terrorist's midsection, knocking the air out of
him in one big blast.

"What the ...," the terrorist groaned, staggering backwards.

"And this!" the woman responded back, landing a high kick directly to
his bottom jaw.  The force of the impact caused the terrorist to realize
his grip on the knife, sending it flying wildly off to the side of him.

The terrorist landed on the ground with a nasty thud, and started to
fall in and out of consciousness.  He wearily looked up at the woman,
now standing over top of him.  "Who are you?!?" he sputtered before
falling unconscious again.

Rolling the man over on his stomach and placed her booted foot on the
back of his neck.  Reaching to her waist, she removed a pair of
handcuffs from a pouch on her belt and slapped them on his wrists.
Rolling the terrorist back over, she grabbed him around his neck and
pulled him up to her face.  Using a rough tone of voice she replied "The
name is Shadowcat, United States bounty hunter, and you are under
arrest!"