The Barkeep

He was scottish, he ran a bar, and he gave unauthorized bounties to anybody willing to take them. A fairly simple life.

He was known around towm as a fairly regular, usually buzzed, older man who spent his days and nights at his bar. To those who knew him closely however, he was a very skilled, very intelligent man who always kept at least two guns and a knife on him at all times. 

He made about half of his money from running his bar, the rest was from giving (and completing) bounties put on the heads of anyone that someone wanted dead.

This bounty was very important, he made sure everyone in his bar had left before he completed his task. He planned out every movement and every word of each bounty. He was wiping the bar when his final customer walked in. He walked forward sat at the bar and ordered scotch. As The Barkeep filled the glass, he heard the man pull a gun and set it on the bar. 

"So it's like that, is it?" The Barkeep asked. "Yeah, I suppoes it is." Replied the man. "Now, you're going to tell me who exactly you hired to kill me, or Im going to unload this clip into your head." The Barkeep dumped the glass of scotch onto the man, pressing a pedal under the bar with his foot and catching the Sawed-Off Shotgun that fell from the bar's false bottom. 

"See I dont think you will." The Barkeep uttered, a small smirk appearing across his lips. "Because any given psycho can walk in here with a gun and demand answers, but not every psycho gets them. Luckily for you, you're about to get yours." Before the man could react, a slug was fired through his frontal lobe, blasting through the back of his skull with the force of...well, a slug fired from a sawed-off shotgun.