X was lounging in his chair, behind his desk, reading the local paper. Even though he wouldn't tell anyone it was evident age was starting to show on him. Wrinkles were showing, his eyes starting to sink and grow heavy, and he had a grey beard just about as long as ZZ Top. Now not to say he wasn't fit; he could still take out anyone he chose to just not a fast as he used to. He picked up a fresh cuban cigar and cut the end off. He tried looking for his lighter but it was nowhere to be found, neither was his matches. He sighed giving the notion a small shrug before snapping his fingers causing a flame to appear on the end of his thumb. He brought it to the end of his cuban and enjoyed the sweet smoke that came afterwards. He flung his paper back up when he was done tilting his hat forward a bit slightly covering his eyes. "I wonder if anyone saw my ad in the paper yet?" he grunted flipping to the page where he had placed the advertisement. It read Are you tired of the shit that stalks these streets? Ever wanted to do something about it? If you think your man enough to fight it then show up to X's Bounty. It was slightly old fashioned, but he liked it.