Category Archives: Rasputin – Bounty Hunter

When somebody betrays Rasputin the bounty hunter, he travels across time and space to find them, and kill them.

Detour

Rasputin scratched at the insect-bites under his coarse linen shirt and scowled at the photographer. They’d taken his weapons, clothes, implants and external devices and flung him amidst the byways, as vulnerable to the vortices as some ignorant primitive from … Continue reading

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Hide and Seek

ow long before my trial?” asked Rasputin, nonchalantly. “Trial?  Oh there’ll be no trial.  The evidence is clear enough; our findings were independently verified and have been ratified by the High Commissariat itself.  No bounty hunter, there is little need … Continue reading

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Example

xamples must be made of people like you Rasputin.  Can’t have people like you breaking the rules now can we?”  said the woman in the black dress, one side of her mouth curling into a half smile. Rasputin frowned but … Continue reading

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The Commission

He always looked about him after neutralising a target to make sure there were no surprises; a bounty hunter could make enemies easily. The parking lot was empty save for a few cars, silent bar the chirrup of one or … Continue reading

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Spectacle

Boyd Kuznetsov’s knees quivered, then collapsed underneath the weight of his listing torso as his head tumbled from his shoulders, a geyser of blood spurting from his neck into a cloud of fine red mist. Rasputin stood up from his … Continue reading

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Repose

Xiang Min Heulwen lay sprawled across the grass with one arm crooked under her head, her free hand shading her eyes against the sun, a warm breeze caressing her face and tousling stray wisps of hair. Her eyes opened slightly … Continue reading

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