John Raindancer -. Pumonca
Late at night I arrived in town .Dark moon, cool weather. If he were suspicious it was a bad omen, but not the worst. It has now been 18 months since he finished his twenty years in the armed services. The last twelve in the Seals.
He had been visiting people from his twenty that means something to him. His last stop was New York. But, Frank Castle's house was burned to the ground. So. From NYC, he sent a written letter with a couple of pictures to Alfred P. who seemed to be a ...manservant .. to a wealthy young playboy. Wow, from the top of British military field guys, to manservant..well, you do what you can to make a living right ?
He had set himself up as a professional bodyguard and or private investigator in. Several states in the Northeast. Training from naval intelligence and his beloved Seal unit.
He had tracked, literally by scent, the kidnappers of a wealthy young woman to this building. He slipped inside with his cougar form. Slipping back out of it, with only his two blessed knives and his clothing that was ritually blessed as well.
One man was asleep at the TV. A blow to the back of the head made sure he'd be quiet. The other surprised me coming out of the bathroom. Had to use knives on him, just in case there were more. I retrieved the girl and got her out. No muss...no fuss.just the way my client wanted it.
We made the exchange and quietly went our separate ways. I ended up in a mid level hotel between mid town and the narrows. The Jeep is at a parking garage a block away.
I stand out on the balcony for a while watching the sunrise. Beautiful.
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