The comm. unit beeped, it was the fourth time tonight, and the third month it had been happening constantly. The usual tracking systems couldn’t track the calls, and all were abusive, the young lady who lived in the house, had gotten to the point where she had called in a professional to help her, even though the man she called in was a bounty hunter, he had done a few cases like this before, and to success. The man had arrived earlier that day, and had started tapping her comm. calls, the person who kept calling, was using a mobile comm. unit, and therefore was very hard to track but the man picked up the receiver of the unit, and hit a button on a datapad.
“Hello hoax-calling slug-bag, you really know nothing of what is in store for you.” The man said.
“Whoever this is, is gonna die a slow small death.” The caller replied.
“Fine but hang up first,” the man replied, and grinned when abusive curses carried through the system.
“Now, one last chance, leave this lady alone, or face the consequences.” The hunter spoke.
“No YOU leave and maybe I will reconsider killing you.” The hoaxer said. At this point the hunter hit another button on his datapad, and started giggling. The datapad screen displayed a view of something coming in fast from space, and tracking into a park, the last thing before the screen cut out was a look of astonishment on a human males face then the screen went to static.
The hunter stood up, and smiled, turning to the lady, he smiles and says.
“Problem fixed, nothing can survive a direct hit from a proton torpedo. Well anyone like that anyway." Then the sound of an explosion echoed through the valley. The young lady stared at him