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K/V: Victim
Name: Helena
Age: 27
Sex: F
Characteristics: Amazonian soldier, extremely fit, agressive and dominating in personality.
Scene: Sneakily eliminate her, or confront her head on in a battle to the death, your choice.

The Species Purity Council had declared open season on all animal/human hybrids, and Rentaro needed the money. The current price was $5,000 per head. He had tracked down one, a boy called Yuki, into the open plains outside of the city. Rentaro cradled his .45-70 lever action, while scanning the plains with his binoculars.
He spotted movement amongst a small outcrop of rock jutting from the dry summer grasses. Rentaro put down his binoculars, and lifted his rifle up, aiming through the magnified scope. It was definitely his target.

Yuki lay against the rocks, panting. He wiped his brow of sweat, and picked himself up. He was determined to reach the safety of the Republic, where he would be safe from the reach of the Council's tyranny. Yuki stood up, and reached for his water gourd on his belt. At that moment, Rentaro fired. The .45-70 cartridge was a large, low velocity projectile designed to put down large game. It punched through Yuki's slender neck. The boy's head drooped down, hanging from a few strands of muscle and skin, while twin jets of blood spurted from the ruins of his neck. His corpse immediately dropped to the ground.
Rentaro cycled the action, ejecting the empty case with a practiced throw of the lever. He got back on his ATV, and drove over to the body. The hunter dismounted, kneeled down and closed Yuki's widened eyes. He was willing to kill these creatures, but he still felt a pang of empathy. They didn't choose to be freaks, and this one in particular looked just like any normal human boy. Rentaro sighed, and grabbed his machete. With a single slice, he cut through the skin and muscle, and threw the head into the cooler box mounted on the back of the ATV. Rentaro rummaged through the dog boy's backpack, finding a half finished sandwich and spare clothes. He dug through the pockets on the boy's cargo shorts, finding candy wrappers and a worn wallet containing a few crumpled dollar bills. This prey wasn't very high value, he thought to himself, but it was an easy target. Rentaro mounted his ATV, and drove off, leaving the headless corpse to be picked apart by the wildlife.