Merci sat behind Kathryn's desk, running her hands through her hair in frustration. There was a pile of paperwork on the desk that needed to get done, and several unsavory tasks at hand on top of that.

Gazing down at the dossier on a Kent Malone, shareholder of Fox studios and repeat spousal abuser, she flipped through the photographs of Mrs. Malone's latest 'accident' and realized two birds could be killed with one stone. Kathryn needed a piece of each film studio, and this piece of trash needed to take a long walk off a short pier.

Turning to the side, she opened the folder on one of the Wise Guys in the crew. Among other things, he'd been a bounty hunter and a tracker. More importantly, he'd been a dedicated family man until his wife and kids had met their untimely ends. Perhaps due to that, he was a also a killer.

He was perfect for the job.

Picking up the phone, she called Ranger's number and requested a meeting.

Ranger confirmed the place of meeting and told Merci he'd be there right away. With that, he put the phone down and gathered his things. He walked out of his bungalow on the beachfront and headed for the makeshift stables that were built for Trevor, where he loaded him up and hopped on. 

He rode to the meeting point where Merci was waiting for him to brief him further on the situation and discuss the details. After confirming what needed to be done, he reassured her that he would get the job done ASAP and return home with Kent Malone's head on a plate, the wife beating bastard. 

"I've done messed up before, as you of all people know best. I never meant to hurt anybody. But I assure you, I won't letcha' down this time. I will meet you at the HQ on my return, see you soon ma'am" He said to her with a tip of his hat, and with that he rode off to carry out his assignment.

Ranger tracked down the shareholder living at a place called Palm Springs, a town to the east of LA that catered to the rich. Around these parts of America it wasn't all too common anymore to ride on horseback, so he stuck out like a sore thumb. He found a small stables that were willing to watch over Trevor for a couple of hours. Then, it was time to get to work.

He'd done his research and knew roughly the times that Mr. Malone would venture out and where his favourite places to visit were. He wouldn't be much of a bounty hunter if he didn't find out these kind of things, even in Texas you can't always just kill a man and drag his body away for everybody to see. Ranger sat and waited in a small diner across the road from the local brothel that Mr. Malone would visit to relieve himself of the duties that he didn't receive  - unsurprisingly - from his poor beaten wife. It was a toss up between killing him at his home or at the brothel, as anywhere else was too public and exposed.

Obviously, he'd chosen the brothel. Mr. Malone's wife had been through enough trauma, and as much as she might hate him she probably didn't want to see her husband shot down and decapitated in front of her. He watched the man enter the brothel and waited exactly 8 minutes before heading over and going inside. He walked straight past the guard and 'receptionist' after previously visiting them beforehand and offering a sum that was handsome to their standards to keep their mouths shut - including the prostitute that Mr. Malone was there to visit. 

He headed upstairs and into the room where he found the man unbuttoning his shirt, and the prostitute knew that was her cue to get the fuck out of the room. Ranger shut the door behind her, and turned to him, pulling out his .44 Magnum and pointing it straight at his left knee and fired, to which the man began screaming. After waiting for him to quieten down a little, he shot the other kneecap and then various other parts of the body. 

"The only reason I'm not lettin' you die an even slower, painful death is that I'm pressed for time, otherwise I'd let you rot you fuckin' scumbag." Ranger said to the helpless man bleeding out from several large bullet holes. He popped one final shot into the mans heart, then pulled out his Machete and decapitated him swiftly. 

He cleaned up the mess and disposed of the body before putting the head into a bag, and heading back to the HQ. Once he finally arrived home, he went into the HQ and headed for Merci's office.

"Like I promised, his head. Not on a plate though, that bit I overlooked." He chuckled as he handed over the bag to Merci with the head inside. 

"It's done." He added. 

Merci accepted the bag, its contents leaking a bit on Kathryn's desk. She snorted at that; served her right for delegating.

"Very impressive, Ranger. This should do the trick quite nicely. I'll be making a trip to the movie lot myself this evening and make sure they get this 'message'. We weren't asking for much of a share, and we were willing to play nice, but they forced our hand on this one. Perhaps now they'll see the light, eh?"

Tossing a thick envelope at the newest Made Man, she smiles. "A little something for Trevor," she says by way of thanks. "And congratulations."

"All in a day's work ma'am. If that doesn't sway them, I don't know what will!" He replied.

He caught the envelope that was tossed to him and had a quick peek inside. Never a million years would he have thought he'd be out in LA becoming a Made Man of a Mafia organization.

"Thank you, Merci. Trevor and I sure do appreciate everything." He added with a smile and a tip of his hat in respect.