So this part of the story doesn't really have to much impact, at least at first, and can be skipped if you really want to, but it's a good establishment of you as a bounty hunter and what specifically you do. Anyway enjoy, comment and vote if you like it and have any thoughts! Also there is come cursing, so if you don't like that, my bad.
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A man with a athletic build walks into a communications room. He straightens his tie and pressed a button on a circular table, and it began to call. After a short period of time, the line was picked up, and he began to talk.

"Sir, my name is Junior, and I'm with the bounty missions department. I have a job for you"

The person on the other line was silent for a bit, before he spoke up.

"What happened to Sandra?"

"She is no where to be found, we have people looking for her now. But sir, we have a job that might interest you"

"Very well....Junior, what do you have in mind?"

"A important member of the schnee dust company has been captured by the white fang. A board member has placed a reward for his safe return, and specifically requested the anti fang is the one to get him out. 3,000,000 is he bounty"

(Y/n) was silent for a moment, before speaking up, with his response.

"Where do I need to go?"

1 hour later:

We see a teenager of a warrior build skirting through a hallway, holding duel pistols, and firing at his enemy's. He has a mask shaped like a "v" that covers his face, and a set of dark steampunk googles, complementing his trench coat and high collar and hood, a dark set up, for a dark warrior. He is taking out white fang, one bullet after another, sprinting through the hallway like it was just another lap on the treadmill, taking down anyone in his path. His chest glowed a white symbol, a icon of a white fang, but from the center out, broken, and shattered. He reached the end of the hallway and flipped his guns into knives, emptying the clip and refilling it. He then pressed in a button and the knifes turned into energy blades, and he sliced through the door, and it revealed a dark room, and the sound of a cowering hostage. The bounty hunter slowly stepped inside, and took note of who he has to save. It was a boy, dressed in nice clothes, white haired, skinny, and scared out of his mind.

"Wh- who, are you?"

The rescuer was silent, and stretched out his hand, helping the kid up.

"Someone off shore hired me to save your sorry ass. Now come on, we have to go"

His voice was deep, clearly using a sound modifier, and helped the kid to his feet, and keeping him near himself.

"Now stay close, there are still white fang here"

They began to walk out of the room, but the door bursted open, and a man of similar build and age came in, holding a giant headsmen axe, which looked like it could turn into a high powered sniper.

"Ah the anti fang. Such a pleasure to get to kill you in person. Father will be very pleased" said the fox fawnus, cocky in his movements and speech.

The bounty hunter pushed the kid back, and activated his blades, tightens his grip and taking a deep breath. The two stared each other down, and the anti fang narrowed his eyes.

"Come at me foxy"

He charged at the bounty hunter, and smashed his weapon against the blades, pushing him back a bit, but the force behind both men keeping them in the middle, and a Almost blade lock. Along with minor foot play happening to try to throw one another off balance, each fighter was using all their strength to try to push one another off balance, and trip up the other.

"The problem with axes, is that they leave you exposed..." the anti fang began, flipping his grip on his blade and stabbing it into the leg of his aggressor, turning of the light blade and putting it back in knife mode, dragging it to the side and out of his leg.

The fox screamed in pain, and swung his weapon with a rage filled power, causing the anti fang to leap back, firing a couple shots at him to keep him on his toes. He then sheathed both his weapons and aimed his wrists at the hurting fawnus, and whipped them back, sending a small projectile to hit his chest, and staggering him back. He then went to his belt and threw 2 small capsules out, aiming for his opponent.

"Now freeze"

Ice sprang out of the ground, and froze the man in place, covering his body completely, a look of anger and pain stuck on his face. His weapon dropped to the floor, and the bounty hunter relaxed, walking over and picking it up. He stared at his easily defeated opponent, a battle he thought was only worthy of someone untrained. He remembered the anger the white fang chased him, and tightened his grip on his enemy's weapon.

"They say that dying by your weapon is a great honor, or great disgrace"

He slowly raised the weapon, and raised to swing it, and brought it down with tremendous force. The room became dead silent, and we walked back over to his mission, and took his gun from him.

"Come on kid, time to go"

The boy had pure shock and fear in his eyes, and stuttered as he spoke.

"Yo- you just-"

"yeah, I did, but come one, my employer seems to have a great interest in you being unharmed, and I don't have time for mistakes"

As they both ran down the hallway, the anti fang summonsed his bike from his wrist computer, and saw that he would Rondevoo with it at the front of the base.

"We need to move!"

"I can't!"

"Lazy little rich boy" he whispered, running next to him.

The anti fang then threw him over his shoulder, and jumped while clicking his boots together. They began to soar up via the bounty hunter rocket boots, and the just then, it was shot by a hight power sniper, and the bullet destroyed the armor peice, but not his arm.

"Damn!" He said, shaking his hand to make sure there would be no tracker bullets.

He then flipped his gun in his hand and shot at who shot at him, noticing that a entire platform of snipers was on the roof, and there leader was the fawnus who he had just fought, aiming him down. He then landed, and hopped over his bike, starting it up and driving away, the kid on his lap.

"New I should have killed you..." he said, putting his bike in full forward power, speeding off and threw the streets to get to where he needed to drop of the kid.

As he did this, several helicopters began to take off, and started to follow him, raining down a barrage of bullets, trying to hit the enemy they so desperately despised. But The anti fang was not alone on the road, and other cars and vehicles swerved out of the way as they tried to escape a almost certain death.

"Oh man kid you better be worth it..." the anti fang began, taking a detour to the right, away from traffic and civilians.

The helicopters turned with him, and as the bounty hunter looked back, he noticed that there were men hanging outside of the vehicle, also shorting at him. For the bullets that did land, they mostly hit his bike, and bounced off, falling harmlessly to the street. As he drove, he began to tie a rope around the boy's waist, and loaded his guns with special fire dust that would cause a explosion.

"What are you doing?" Asks the boy in a scarred tone, while his savior was making sure then when he enacted his plan the kid wouldn't go flying off.

"Saving your life".

He then hit the brakes on the bike, and he helicopters surged forwards and past them, and the anti fang began spraying those bullets all at one helicopter, causing it to explode, and debris flew everywhere. A shard of metal managed to hit the front tire of the moving bike, and flipped the entire thing, sending it forwards and towards a civilian crossing the street. Form the quick glance the bounty hunter observed, this civilian was of a similar build to the bounty hunter, but bigger, and probably stronger. He was a little on the short side, but not by to much, and wore a long black trench coat, with a hoodie on under, hiding his face. As the anti fang whipped the boy towards him with the rope and concealed him in his own trench coat another piece of shrapnel hit the side of it, tearing a while in the side, and slightly cutting his leg.

"Shit!".

The bike was about to hit the citizen, but he quickly turned himself towards it and caught it in his own 2 hands, throwing it behind him, and into one of the 2 remaining helicopters that were still in hot pursuit of the hostage, and his savior. The civilian then pulled out his own weapon, or weapons, and twisted both of them and flipped them, one turning into a rifle, and the other into a shotgun. He fired both of them, the shotgun masking the real bullet, which game from the rifle. As he did this, the anti fang hid the kid behind a bench, safe from harm, and then activated his rocket boots, pulling out his pistols, and and firing into the window shield. He then flipped them into knife mode last second, having run out of ammo, and crashed through the screen, his blades sinking into chest of the Pilot, and being put to the throat of the co pilot. As the shop began to fall, other white fang soldiers started to shoot at the bounty hunter, but the man with the 2 blades jumped through the open door, his weapons in glaive form, and slicing through everyone the weapon touched, and flew out the other. The anti fang seeing the falling helicopter, he pulled out the co pilot, and jumped out, using his rocket boots to propel himself back, and landed on the opposite side of the street, across from the bench. The hostage was now fully awake, and screaming for his life. The bounty hunter jumped into action, and threw a smoke bomb near him and the kid, masking their presence from both thermal and physical sight. The citizen simply deflected every price of metal that came at him, and when all was said and done, he turned back around, and saw the bounty hunter was gone......