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.