As you turn on the radio it begins to crack and hiss with static, hitting it a few times while cursing the radio broadcast becomes clear.

"Hi amigos! To all the bounty hunters in the star system, how y'all doing!?" Replied SpaceCowboy

SpaceCowgirl chimes in..."And now it's time for Big Shots! The broadcast that tells all about fugitives!"

Cowboy howls, "Shucks howdy! Up first today is this hombre..."

 A notorious con artist who goes by the name  JospehSmith has been flaunting around Detroit to have sold over one hundred false insurance claims to elderly folks, resulting in many families left with nothing but pictures and memories when their loved ones passed away.

The bounty on this head is worth a whopping $25,000!

Here's a quick break down what to look for...

Sex: Male

Height: 6 feet 2 inches

Weight: 193

Age: 34

Next up is...

Louiefrost  , A stealthy bank manager who's rumored to have been skimming off the top from it's employees and business associates. Stealing over one million dollars this man has quickly become one of the most hated men in Chicago.

"Oooohhh! And the good news is, his bounty's worth a whopping $50,000!"

Sex: Male

Height: 5 feet 6 inches

Weight: 220 lbs

Age: 42

Last up on the list today is  Roderick_Ort A vicious serial killer who's been roaming the streets at night, praying on children and women.  He is to be considered armed and highly dangerous. We currently have no info on his whereabouts but the bounty of this scums head is a whopping $100,000!

Sex: Male

Height: 5 feet 2 inches

Weight: 158 lbs

Age: 29

"Now just a quick note, this isn't like traditional "Dead or alive" bounty's. These low life degenerates deserve nothing more than a bullet to the skull. All men and women listed have been marked for dead and there is no other option, to claim your bounty please mail us at 3844 Pierrot Le Fou LN.

Well that's all for today folks! Please save our station and stay tuned, until next week!"

green looks over at FitzChivalry as the broadcast finishes.

"Didn't your Mum take out one of those insurance policies from a guy named "Joseph"? 

"THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" Fitz yelled jumping to his feet and sending the bio sheets of the upcoming fighters he had been reading flying in every direction.

"Easy man" green said, part amused and part indignant too. Mainly amused though. This guy probably had no idea he'd ripped off a mobster's old lady and was just enjoying the few dollars he'd scored. Mistake.

"Easy? EASY? YOU FUCKING TAKE IT EASY. I AM GOING TO KILL THIS SMITH MOTHERFUCKER!" Fitz continued to rant, as he angrily stomped around the room, like a particularly unhappy baby elephant who had just snorted up a hornet rather than a peanut.

"Oh yeah, whatta you gonna do? Get the guys on him?" green said with a laugh, enjoying the show almost as much as the radio broadcast.

"YOU KNOW WHAT. I FUCKING AM. I'LL HAVE EVERY BUTTON MAN IN VEGAS AFTER THIS PIECE OF SHIT BEFORE SUNDOWN!" 

green was kidding, but FitzChivalry was deadly serious and he swarmed away to the telephone. green continued to hear angry shouts coming from the other room and before long he heard a door slam, followed a few minutes later by the sound of a car pulling up outside. Another slam announced his RHM's return.

"Come on then" He said, looking at green.

"Come on then, what?" green asked, puzzled.

"Come on then, let's go, you stupid bastard!" Fitz said gesturing to the doorway "We need to go NOW!" Clearly green's lack of urgency was doing nothing to placate him.

"You can't be serious?" green snorted "We're going to fucking do this guy? You and me? Kind of below our pay-grade isn't it?" 

"YOU'RE GOD-DAMN-FUCKING-RIGHT WE ARE GOING TO DO THIS FUCK" He snapped, arms flailing "HE SOLD SHIT TO MY MUM, MAN. MY FUCKING MOTHER! I'M GOING TO HAVE EVERY CENT THAT BASTARD HAS EVER FUCKING MADE, THEN I'M GOING TO SLIT HIS FUCKING THROAT!" 

green sighed and rose from his seat. Looked like he was heading to Detroit.

Bobby was sitting in his office smoking a cigar thinking about the future when the phone rang, he sat up and answered it Chong was on the other line.

"Hello?"

"Really? One hundred thousand dollars for this guys head? Do we know where he's at?"

"Well shit, I'm willing to go check out Chicago to see if he's around there. I'm headed to the airport now, I will have a prospect drive me."

Bobby hangs up the phone and calls one of the sponsors to pull a car around, he gets ready as quick as he can and leaves for the airport. Six hours later Bobby arrived in Chicago and made his way out of the airport to meet a prospect that had been working in town.

"Alright guy, you're my driver for the night. We have a few areas to check out for this fuckwit serial killer that has been killing the wrong people. There's six figures on the line so lets not fuck this up. Where's the van?"

Bobby looked over to where the prospect pointed and then started walking that way

"Well let's go hunting then and fine this fucker."

looks at the list and starts to wonder.

I guess Roderick_Ort got on an list and he started off as just an thief. Wait he's dead, shit. 

What an good guy, continues to eat on his half eaten arm.