*
The bar was empty in the early afternoon. The man put out his cigarette as a furry fluffy-tailed figure entered, and the bells jingling announced her arrival.
She walked over, her footsteps a mere patter sound as she passed the tables with the chairs still up.
She sat down, and looked at the other man; both with business in their eyes.
"You the one they call...Black Hand Hunter?" She asked.
The man blinked and cracked his neck, taking one more shot of his bourbon and set the shot glass down.
"Maybe. Depends whos asking." He replied.
"Susie Q. Squirrelorama. And over ten thousand of my rodentia friends." She rolled out a wad of cash from some hidden pouch and slid it across the table till it rested next to a smaller pile already laying there.
The man's slow smile of satisfaction grew to a big grin as he fanned through the bills of dead Presidents. He leaned back his head and roared with laughter, then nodded in appreciation.
"Little lady rodent, you've got yourself a deal. You want that Black Hand, I'll get it for you. I'll bring you his hand in proof, a friend of mine is a taxidermist."
"I'd like that." She smiled mischievously.
They clinked glasses to seal the deal, then threw their heads back and roared in laughter.

"BWAAHAAHAA!"