I spent years trying to be better than my father. Trying to be an honorable, merciful man. Someone who killed only when it was the last resort.
That thinking has led to my family being taken from me, and now I’ll burn the world to get them back.
By the afternoon, there is no one else to call. I have meetings scheduled, but until then, I can only wait. I’m restless.
So, I join one of the patrol teams on the border. Nothing happens for over an hour, but then we see a drug deal going down.
The group is small and poorly armed, so it feels almost wrong to take them out, but I can’t be bothered with emotions as useless as pity. We fight.
I almost sigh with relief as I duck down behind the car to keep safe from the rain of bullets coming our way. It’s action. It’s physical. For the first tim
