Not being one to find himself amidst the contraversy very often, Hunter was shocked to hear the news brought to him by his good friend at the FBN. Someone had ordered the killing of the most handsome member in fluffiest_tummy’s crew. Hunter couldn’t believe his ears. He panicked. 
What if some high level gangster wanted him dead? What had he done to warrant this? 
 

How would he raise the money to clear his name and keep the hitters at bay? He tried selling his possessions, no joy. He tried selling his body, a little joy but no cash. Where would he go from here? 
 

The FBN agent, trying to calm Hunter down, poured him a glass of whiskey. His go-to in times of trouble. He sat him down and explained. 
There was a 0 dollar reward offered. This baffled Hunter. It couldn’t have been a high level gangster? More likely some worthless pube trying to cause some trouble. But why Hunter? He has no enemies. He holds no grudges. 
 

Would he need to find the aggressor and act first? How should this be handled? 

I guess time will tell.