this morning #147.

this morning, the guns for hire were mostly all fired up. he was the one exception, an exceptional shot with the demeanor of a three-toed sloth. when he was just out of college, he’d joined the army & become a ranger. after multiple tours, he found himself spat out as a twenty-something soldier, divorced & bitter but reserved & even-tempered. he pitied his fellow guns for hire, with all their ball-busting bravado. if they were going to pull this off, they would need to get serious at some point. he was already there, already aware of everything that could go wrong. it was a skill set he’d honed to stay alive. unfortunately for him, you can never account for the carelessness of others.