It wasn’t often that a human came up on the bounty board; even rarer that one would end up on the top ten most wanted list. Yet, there, at number eight, was Klizo Steiz. Number eight for good reason, too. Not many people pitied a man who sold secrets and arms to the Cabal and the Fallen. The hunter had tracked him to an outpost between Earth and Mars. He had successfully shot him there, one sniper round in the chest. Of course, just to be a nuisance, Steiz didn’t die there. He managed to escape to his ship, and blasted into Martian orbit. Intercepting his pathetically slow ship was no trouble for the hunter. Forcing the wanted man to crash land on the red planet was even easier. The hunter went to the crash site, revolver drawn, prepared to extinguish any fight Steiz thought he had left. To the hunter’s surprise, and further aggravation, the fool had actually made it a ways from the crash site, escaping to what appeared to be ruins protruding from the Martian soil. The man could hardly have picked a more desolate place to crash land. The red dust crunched and sifted beneath the hunter’s feet like a mix of snow and sand. The hunter found his body at the end of the blood trail. The fool had finally bled out… but not before sending an S.O.S. to his Fallen clientele. Three of them, poorly armed, only one with a gun; the other two had blades drawn. They ran together towards the hunter, racing down the steps of the abandoned edifice. Red dust kicked high into the air every time their feet trounced the ground. The hunter had more than enough ammunition to compensate for missed shots. But he had none. A successful payday.