I was an average man, not at all violent, until a bastard tricked my best friend into killing my lover, Mick. When that happened, with my best friend in prison for life, I took things into my own hands and killed the bastard.<br><br>Not too soon after, a man contacted me. The man Mick had worked for -- as a vigilante. He convinced me to take Mick's place, once I'd been trained to do what Mick had done.<br><br>I did. Now I'm a not so average man who might, just might, be falling in love with another vigilante. Coop Frost, to be exact. That is, if we can survive what comes next.

Not Your Average Man

At least, if Angel wants to teach me all she knows about guns, I won’t come across as a complete novice.


I realized, with that thought, I was more than halfway to accepting Reynolds’ offer. All I had to do was convince myself I had it in me to pull the trigger when the time came.


I didn’t sleep well that night, after coming home from my first, if unofficial, day at the bar. I kept going over and over everything I’d done to help Mick, and everything he’d told me about what he did to complete a job. He never sugarcoated it. “I don’t want you romanticizing what I do,” he’d said. “This isn’t a movie, or a TV show.”


I was well aware of that, although there were times when I wished he’d been a little less graphic. Overall, however, I was able to accept it. My dark side coming out? Probably, I figured. Now the question had become, was it strong enough to allow me to do what Reynolds considered necessary


I called Reynolds around noon the next day.


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