My name is Marcus. I am a mercenary commander, a leader of a band of misfits, outsiders, and those who does not belong to the normal world. From a rugged untried professionals, my regiment became the most feared, and effective mercenary units in the world. It is not the size of the organization that matters. It was the equipment, quality of men, training, experience, discipline, and sheer will power that have allowed my mercenary regiment to rise up in its current status. It has been three months since the victory over the Ankarian Desert of the Middle East, CNN and other news agencies have reported the miraculous battle, where a single regiment defeated a corp. of 4 divisions from the enemy's side. Though half of the regiment did not make it back, it was a victory that allowed sides. My clients and their foe to bargain for a peace treaty and soon a cease fire have been agreed upon.
I opted to relax and get away from the frontlines, for two weeks I decided to stay in Richmond Virginia, to have a little R and R. For two days I have visited the sights of the city and dined in their famous restaurants. Weariness and boredom overcomes me after a mere two days.
I opted to relax and get away from the frontlines, for two weeks I decided to stay in Richmond Virginia, to have a little R and R. For two days I have visited the sights of the city and dined in their famous restaurants. Weariness and boredom overcomes me after a mere two days.
The third day I got up and droved towards a K-Mart, I thought to myself that maybe I should buy a few new clothes. After deciding what clothes to purchase, I have lined up behind a young blonde woman, she turned and I smiled. In return she smiled the cutest smile one can ever imagine or is it just me being stuck in a desert war for nearly a year.
After paying for the clothes he walked out of the K-Mart store, it was broad daylight and yet something unbelievable happened. Five gang members with their baggy clothes ran, bumping onto the young woman I have met earlier. Immediately I ran to help her, one of the gang members caught her purse, the other her shopping bags.
"Hey," I yelled at the gang members jumping onto the hood of a car and leaping towards the closest gang member with the purse in his hand.
The gang members turned their head towards me as I dropped the closest gang member with a flying side kick at the neck. As soon that my foot touched the ground, I grabbed the nearest gang member's shirt by the chest, then in turn he pulled out his pistol. Before he could aim the pistol, I power punched the gang member's solar plexus, breaking ribs, sternum, and sending splintered bones towards the punk's heart. The third gang member started to run towards me, side stepping to the left, I cracked the punk's neck with a ridge hand strike sending the gang member to the concrete floor. The fourth and fifth gang members ran away dropping the stolen shopping bags. I walked towards the young woman and helped her up.
"Are you alright," I asked her.
"I think so," she replied dusting herself, "wow you just took them all out."
"Thanks now I'm out of here before the cops arrive."
"Wait up mister," she called out, "Why not have a cup of coffee with me."
I thought about her offer and decided to agree.
"Alright," I replied.
"Just follow me with your car ok," she beamed at me gathering her stuff and walking briskly to her car.
I got onto my rental car, turned on the ignition, and followed her to a café. Parking the vehicle, I got off and walked towards the entrance. Entering the café I saw her sitting by the side away from the people, I made my way towards her and sat down in front of her.
"Thanks for the invite," I have said to her.
"What do you want to have?"
The question stirred something in his mind. He wanted to say I want to have you but remained calm not to state the obvious.
"Mocha will be fine," I replied.
She ordered our drinks and two muffins. We started to talk mostly about her. She is an analyst working with the pentagon. Though she is young it is her brilliance that got her hired. I did not talk much about myself.
"My name is Elizabeth McKenna," she introduced herself.
"I'm Marcus Dangal," I replied.
"I know who you are Marc," she said to me.
"Excuse me?" My eyebrow lifted up startled that I am known by this young woman.