A solo mercenary with the codename Locke is coming to deliver a contract. She is a cowboy-themed space mercenary who loves money and trouble. Onto the short story:

The rowdy bar is swarming with those eager for work. I, for one, never pass up a job when I see money. Where there’s money, there’s me, right there. I see my contractor sitting in the corner of the tavern, creepy bastard. I walk over, tossing the bag to him. What’s in the bag, you may ask? Well, it’s a gift. “Locke, I love ya. But what in the hell is this?!” the hooded man quietly barks out. “Where did you find the prince’s diamond ring?” he whispers to her. This is where it gets good, trust me. “Well, if you really want to know, I’ll let ya know, but don’t steal my moves, alright?” she says, lighting a cigarette. “You see, I happened to find him on the street, stranded. He looked terrified I mean pissing his pants terrifed. So I do what any normal person would do. I walk up to him and offer a cigarette,” she says, blowing smoke into the man’s shrouded face. The man, too stunned to speak, lets her continue, “Funny enough, he denied. So he begs me to protect him from some random dude, but I wasn’t listening all that well. But I kept noddin’ and he kept goin, so I agreed to whatever he proposed and I took him to the safest place I could think of. I took him on a date.” Even though the contractor’s face was hidden, Locke could tell he was in pure shock. “We went and had a good ol’ time. We got barbecue and some drinks, so while he got drunk, I slipped the ring off his lil ol’ finger.” The contractor leaned in, very enthralled by this accomplishment. As Locke got up to leave, he grabbed her hand, leaving the money in her hand. “You went on a date with the prince?” Locke looked down at him, pocketing the money and blowing smoke to the side with a big smirk on her face, “What do you take me for? Of course not, I killed him and took it,” the contractor yelled out in shock. “YOU DID WHAT?!-“ Locke stood up as guards rushed in, “now I’d love to stay for a drink, but it looks like you got some company and I don’t plan on stayin to chat with ‘em.” she walks away as the guards run past Locke seizing the contractor for the murder of the prince.