I’m a sniper by trade, but I’m so much more than that.
My rifle is an extension of me.
I am the bullet.
I am a Hunter of Gunmen.I was born a protector and I’d die that way.
Leaving the military didn’t change that. It’s why I started my business, Owens Protective Services.
My men are my family, my brothers.
And the people I protect are my mission.
As for the tangos…sometimes you have to flush the toilet of humanity.But even when protecting clients, I’ve never put myself on the line for anyone like I have for her.
She keeps her secrets close to the vest, much like I keep my emotions.
I’ve always been able to compartmentalize a job, but with her, everything’s out of control. I can’t decide if I can trust her or not, especially when she stumbles into the middle of a job. She seems innocent, but aren’t they always?
I see the scared woman backing away from anyone that comes near her. I see the urge to run. But I also see the kitten with claws, ready to come out fighting if anyone dares come after her.
Deep down, I know she’s my destiny.
My reason for fighting.
I will uncover her secrets, and then I’ll do my job, taking out anyone that dares threaten her.