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 == Abstract ==
-On Epping Newtown, [[James K. Winston|Commander Winston]] takes on a dangerous mission, after first getting stone drunk. He is to assassin Senator Johnson, who killed his best friend, Jiang, three years before. He smuggles an ancient shotgun into Boston Base Starport, Barnard's Star, and kills the senator, then escaping by kidnapping another pilot to fly him out of the system.
+On Epping Newtown, [[James K. Winston|Commander Winston]] takes on a dangerous mission, after first getting stone drunk. He is to assassinate Senator Johnson, who killed his best friend, Jiang, three years before. He smuggles an ancient shotgun into Boston Base Starport, Barnard's Star, and kills the senator, then escaping by kidnapping another pilot to fly him out of the system.
 == Story ==

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 ''The Hunter & The Hunted'' is a story by [[Dylan Smith]] set in the [[Frontier]] universe.
-== Short Abstract ==
+== Abstract ==
-[[James K. Winston|Commander Winston]] takes on a dangerous mission that leads to certain death...
 == Story ==
 The harsh blue sunlight glinted off the hull of the Boa as it gently rotated towards the planet, as the helmsman set a new course to enter a low orbit. Deep inside the ship, lives were in the balance.
 Mika Nguyen was trying as hard as possible not to give away his intense nervousness as he faced Senator Kenneth Johnson, the most notorious gangster in the system. He'd faced bad people before, and had a reputation in the system for being notorious himself. But there was something about Johnson that he didn't feel when dealing with the other powerful and dangerous organizations throughout Phekda. The meeting had only just begun, and the tension in the room was almost palpable. It was to discuss the theft of a Class 4 military drive from the Alioth research labs, and it had gone badly wrong. He now had to break the news to his client.
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 "Senator Johnson is wanted dead for the recent destruction of a large quantity of Nguyen Industries Assets. The fee for a successful kill is CR 20,000. Apply in person at 4750 Bexar Blvd."
-Winston thought it a bit odd that they only wanted personal callers. Most assasination jobs were all done via the bulletin board with no personal contact. But... 20K credits. That was a great deal of money. Most of those kind of jobs commanded around half that. Well, some bounty hunter was bound to take it. Winston smiled with the satisfaction that Johnson would now meet his end, as he left the ship for a couple of days of relaxation. Time for a beer, he thought.
+Winston thought it a bit odd that they only wanted personal callers. Most assassination jobs were all done via the bulletin board with no personal contact. But... 20K credits. That was a great deal of money. Most of those kind of jobs commanded around half that. Well, some bounty hunter was bound to take it. Winston smiled with the satisfaction that Johnson would now meet his end, as he left the ship for a couple of days of relaxation. Time for a beer, he thought.
 Winston stepped out into the sunlight, wincing from the unaccustomed brighness of the light. The concrete landing pad reflected the cruel rays back to increase the effect. At the other side, an auto-shuttle waited to take him to whatever destination he desired within Epping Newtown. He strapped in. "Lanner's Bar please" he said. The shuttle beeped, and moments later he landed outside the bar. "Cost is one point five credits. Thank you for choosing Epping Newtown local transport", said the shuttle's autopilot. The banking system was very efficient, and the transport company was quickly paid by remote transfer. The door opened and Winston stepped out once again, and made his way quickly into the bar.
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 Winston handed the man the money. If pints were some sort of Phekdan anachronism, only accepting physical money was certainly a much bigger one. Winston took a deep pull of his beer. It had a sharp, but quite pleasant taste. He hadn't had a beer for months. Relaxing, at last, he had some time to think.
-"...and, well, that's how I got here", slurred Winston some four hours later to the two he'd seen when he had first walked into the bar. He couldn't believe it; he'd now told his whole life story to two complete strangers. He also couldn't believe that he was getting quite drunk after only three beers. He'd been there for a few moments when they had turned to him. They had introduced themselves as Bob Kulski and Janis Hayes. They were bounty hunters having repairs done to their Asp after they had come under heavy attack in AC 79-3888 a week earlier. As the evening rolled on, Winston had been telling taller and taller stories about his adventures of the past year in the Saker (the elaboration growing as the beer flowed). The table was quiet as they all lifted their beers. Winston realized he'd started to quaff his beer. His better judgement suggested that it
+"...and, well, that's how I got here", slurred Winston some four hours later to the two he'd seen when he had first walked into the bar. He couldn't believe it; he'd now told his whole life story to two complete strangers. He also couldn't believe that he was getting quite drunk after only three beers. He'd been there for a few moments when they had turned to him. They had introduced themselves as Bob Kulski and Janis Hayes. They were bounty hunters having repairs done to their Asp after they had come under heavy attack in AC 79-3888 a week earlier. As the evening rolled on, Winston had been telling taller and taller stories about his adventures of the past year in the Saker (the elaboration growing as the beer flowed). The table was quiet as they all lifted their beers. Winston realized he'd started to quaff his beer. His better judgment suggested that it
 was time to head back to the ship and sleep it off in his cabin.
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 "Well how do I find our mutual friend?" said Winston, trying to sound a little menacing. He wasn't convinced it was working.
-"This information has everything we know. We have discovered Johnson's itinery for the next month. You must assasinate him within this time because after that...we don't know where he will be. When you have done the job, come back to this location and I will meet you. Good day, Commander Winston."
+"This information has everything we know. We have discovered Johnson's itinerary for the next month. You must assassinate him within this time because after that...we don't know where he will be. When you have done the job, come back to this location and I will meet you. Good day, Commander Winston."
 This unnerved Winston. He wasn't sure how the man knew who he was. However, he was now in too deep. The man handed him the small DSU that contained the information, then left the room, leaving Winston alone with his thoughts. A few seconds later, the main entrance opened. Winston walked back to the bar, the alcohol coursing through his veins masking the true seriousness of the situation
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 "Greetings, Senator Johnson. Welcome to Barnard's Star", said Police Constable Joan Weaver. Johnson stepped off the hatch to his ship, and smiled pleasantly at the police officer sent to guide him to his destination. He noticed another police officer, who would trail behind him and his entourage and ensure that no danger would lurk behind their party. It was unfortunate that his business here
 today was to try and salvage the future of his latest business venture, black market small-arms trading. Unfortunately, the police in Wolf 359 had been rather efficient at intercepting his biggest shipment that was destined for a rebel group in Vequess (and a large profit). He could still make a profit, so long as he could convince the Vequess Liberation Army that he could deliver. Johnson did not like feeling out of control, and this was one of these days. Millions of
-credits lay in the balance. Although the constables accompanying his party would ensure they came to no harm, he quietly despised the Federation police forces for being too efficient. He had been messed around by the new police commissioner at this station already. PC Weaver lead him and his party (two personal bodyguards, built like gorrillas, his lawyer and his personal valet) towards their meeting in the Rance suite at the station. Johnson looked around at the clean floor and walls, the cililized looking people and the general hustle as thousands of station occupants conducted their business. It was a big change from the grubby city streets that was a hallmark of any population centre in Nirvana. One day, he thought...one day...when I take control of the planet, it will look like this. Their party rounded a corner as they entered the conference centre. Ahead were several highly appointed business suites, including their destination. The smell of sumptuous leather permeated the atmosphere. The sudden ejection of a ventilation grille seemed a little incongrous with the surroundings. Johnson was just about to comment about this to PC Weaver when a young man, dressed in black, carrying some kind of long tube erupted from where the ventilation grille had been...
+credits lay in the balance. Although the constables accompanying his party would ensure they came to no harm, he quietly despised the Federation police forces for being too efficient. He had been messed around by the new police commissioner at this station already. PC Weaver lead him and his party (two personal bodyguards, built like gorrillas, his lawyer and his personal valet) towards their meeting in the Rance suite at the station. Johnson looked around at the clean floor and walls, the cililized looking people and the general hustle as thousands of station occupants conducted their business. It was a big change from the grubby city streets that was a hallmark of any population centre in Nirvana. One day, he thought...one day...when I take control of the planet, it will look like this. Their party rounded a corner as they entered the conference centre. Ahead were several highly appointed business suites, including their destination. The smell of sumptuous leather permeated the atmosphere. The sudden ejection of a ventilation grille seemed a little incongruous with the surroundings. Johnson was just about to comment about this to PC Weaver when a young man, dressed in black, carrying some kind of long tube erupted from where the ventilation grille had been...
 Winston kicked hard at the grille. He had heard Johnson's voice as the party had rounded the corner. There was no way he could forget what Johnson's voice sounded like, not after they murdered Jiang in cold blood, in front of his eyes. On the second attempt, the grille burst open and flew across the wide corridor. Winston grabbed the edges of the hole and thrust himself out through the opening. As he saw Johnson, his fear was stripped away by a mix of adrenaline and hatred.
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 that was revealed.
-Commisioner Mikhail Gordon looked at the bloody mess which lay just at the entrance to the business centre. He hadn't seen anything quite like it. The deafening siren from the station's general alarm added to the bizarreness of the whole scene. Gordon snorted angrily. No crimes had been committed on this station for years, and now someone's managed to commit murder. It would be highly embarrassing. The guest of the station (despite his criminal connections) was lying dead, beyond the help of any medical technology. One of his party had a serious wound to his right leg. Neither constable could catch the assassin who had made good his escape through a narrow ventilation tube only a whippet could fit through. This was not a good start for his first term in office. Gordon
+Commissioner Mikhail Gordon looked at the bloody mess which lay just at the entrance to the business centre. He hadn't seen anything quite like it. The deafening siren from the station's general alarm added to the bizarreness of the whole scene. Gordon snorted angrily. No crimes had been committed on this station for years, and now someone's managed to commit murder. It would be highly embarrassing. The guest of the station (despite his criminal connections) was lying dead, beyond the help of any medical technology. One of his party had a serious wound to his right leg. Neither constable could catch the assassin who had made good his escape through a narrow ventilation tube only a whippet could fit through. This was not a good start for his first term in office. Gordon
-watched with distaste as the motuary workers zipped the body-bag. Seething with anger, he would personally see that the assassin was dealt with using the full force of the law. He looked over at PCs Weaver and Voss, who had been escorting Johnson's group. The irritating tone of the station's general alarm was really grating on Gordon's nerves.
+watched with distaste as the mortuary workers zipped the body-bag. Seething with anger, he would personally see that the assassin was dealt with using the full force of the law. He looked over at PCs Weaver and Voss, who had been escorting Johnson's group. The irritating tone of the station's general alarm was really grating on Gordon's nerves.
 "OK, now I want it seen to that the assassin does not leave the station"
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 "OK, this is a long story" began Winston. Buford was all ears.
-Winston decided the better part of caution was to continue the lie about the corrupt police officer wanting him dead. He explained in some detail the chase through the space station, carefully ommitting the part about Senator Johnson and his part on the other end of a shotgun. He couldn't really tell whether Jades Buford was believing all this at the moment.
+Winston decided the better part of caution was to continue the lie about the corrupt police officer wanting him dead. He explained in some detail the chase through the space station, carefully omitting the part about Senator Johnson and his part on the other end of a shotgun. He couldn't really tell whether Jades Buford was believing all this at the moment.
 It had been a long day. The ship was on autopilot, and Buford had agreed to remain up front. Winston went back to his cabin, and slept fitfully. He still wasn't sure whether Buford really trusted him, after all, sticking a gun in someone's back was hardly like putting a "Wanted: Pilot" ad in the BBS. Maybe he'd wake up in a Federation police cell on Eta Cassiopeia instead of at Barnard's Star.
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 "Standby one... no we don't, it left fifteen minutes ago."
-Gordon's jaw jutted out and he quietly snarled. The perp, James K Winston, a ninteen year old puke had slipped through his fingers. The day was going further downhill.
+Gordon's jaw jutted out and he quietly snarled. The perp, James K Winston, a nineteen year old puke had slipped through his fingers. The day was going further downhill.
 "What about the photo idents?" Gordon asked the control supervisor in a brittle voice. He wanted to wring the controller's neck.
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 "Well, you made quite an impression amongst our group," said the man. Winston took some comfort in the fact that he was smiling. At least it was probably a good impression he thought.
-"You certainly gave the police a run-around. We are quite impressed. I've never seen anyone assasinate in cold blood in that manner. That was a touch of pure class. The antique weapon too. Mmmm!"
+"You certainly gave the police a run-around. We are quite impressed. I've never seen anyone assassinate in cold blood in that manner. That was a touch of pure class. The antique weapon too. Mmmm!"
 Winston tried to look a bit relaxed about it all, but decided it was unconvincing. He certainly didn't want to reveal the fear and the relief that the whole ordeal was almost over.

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 == Short Abstract ==
 [[James K. Winston|Commander Winston]] takes on a dangerous mission that leads to certain death...
 == Story ==
 The harsh blue sunlight glinted off the hull of the Boa as it gently rotated towards the planet, as the helmsman set a new course to enter a low orbit. Deep inside the ship, lives were in the balance.
 Mika Nguyen was trying as hard as possible not to give away his intense nervousness as he faced Senator Kenneth Johnson, the most notorious gangster in the system. He'd faced bad people before, and had a reputation in the system for being notorious himself. But there was something about Johnson that he didn't feel when dealing with the other powerful and dangerous organizations throughout Phekda. The meeting had only just begun, and the tension in the room was almost palpable. It was to discuss the theft of a Class 4 military drive from the Alioth research labs, and it had gone badly wrong. He now had to break the news to his client.
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 [The End.]
-== Links ==
+== Downloads ==
-* [https://web.archive.org/web/20090612000849/http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/wb-1.html Hosted by Alioth.net]
-* [https://web.archive.org/web/20090617033553/http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/HunterHunted.pdf Also available as PDF]
+Available [https://web.archive.org/web/20090612000849/http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/wb-1.html online] or in [https://web.archive.org/web/20090617033553/http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/HunterHunted.pdf PDF] format
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+[[Category:Frontier stories]]

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-= Short Abstract =
+== Short Abstract ==
 [[James K. Winston|Commander Winston]] takes on a dangerous mission that leads to certain death...
-= Author =
+== Author ==
 [[Dylan Smith]]
-= Story =
+== Story ==
 The harsh blue sunlight glinted off the hull of the Boa as it gently rotated towards the planet, as the helmsman set a new course to enter a low orbit. Deep inside the ship, lives were in the balance.
 Mika Nguyen was trying as hard as possible not to give away his intense nervousness as he faced Senator Kenneth Johnson, the most notorious gangster in the system. He'd faced bad people before, and had a reputation in the system for being notorious himself. But there was something about Johnson that he didn't feel when dealing with the other powerful and dangerous organizations throughout Phekda. The meeting had only just begun, and the tension in the room was almost palpable. It was to discuss the theft of a Class 4 military drive from the Alioth research labs, and it had gone badly wrong. He now had to break the news to his client.
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 [The End.]
-= Links =
+== Links ==
-* [http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/wb-1.html Hosted by Alioth.net] {{Broken download link}}
+* [https://web.archive.org/web/20090612000849/http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/wb-1.html Hosted by Alioth.net]
-* [http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/HunterHunted.pdf Also available as PDF] {{Broken download link}}
+* [https://web.archive.org/web/20090617033553/http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/HunterHunted.pdf Also available as PDF]
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+* [http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/wb-1.html Hosted by Alioth.net] {{Broken download link}}
-* [http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/HunterHunted.pdf Also available as PDF]
+* [http://www.alioth.net/Fiction/HunterHunted.pdf Also available as PDF] {{Broken download link}}
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