People often ask me what I do when they see me, and I just tell them a phrase I picked up from my younger years when I used to follow wolverine comics, "I'm the best at what I do, but what I do isn't very nice." That line usually gets a raised eyebrow and the slow nod that says, "whack job" before they turn around and leave, or the sideways smile and the wonderful phrase "oh so you're a lawyer." That one usually gets the slight chuckle and a shake of my head before I get up and leave. In truth though, I mostly get the response of them sitting down and ordering a drink, and from the drink it leads back to where ever I'm staying for the night, which is most likely they're place for the night. Now before you jump to conclusions, I'm not a player or a womanizer, I just have a bunch of random hookups such, besides, with my job, it helps to not have any baggage or attachments. Now you're probably wondering what my job is, and I'll tell you.
I'm a shadow some would say a ghost but in reality I'm an angel. Now I know you're thinking that I'm crazy but hear me out. You see I work for a company, who has no name and doesn't really exist, hence the reason why I'm called a ghost. You see the company started out as a small branch of the military to handle jobs that were too "sensitive" for regular army and much too dangerous for spec ops. The name of the company is only spoken in whispers around the world; even some of the people who work for it don't know its name. It goes simply by Trinity and through the years has evolved from military jobs to also work for the private sector as well. Though they still keep close ties to the military, since most of their manpower comes from the armed forces. They offer any skill their men or women have to who ever can afford them. That's where I come in.
My name is Lucas Scott, I'm 24 and the best Trinity has to offer. I have worked all over the world and can speak thirty languages. I'm trained in twenty martial arts styles and I'm proficient with every firearm and weapon known to man and a few that aren't used anymore. I got started working for Trinity when I was just twenty. My best friend Skills had convinced me to enlist with him after high school and become a ranger. We made it all through Ranger school and into the war. Though it was hell, both Skills and I made sure the other made it through safe. We always seemed to be sent on the most dangerous missions; after one such mission, we came back and found a man in a black suit standing in our barracks. He looked us both over and said, "My name is Keegan Von Ulrich and I would like to offer you both a job. It doesn't require you to leave the military at all, and you would still be considered rangers, you'd just report to a different commander and your missions would be a lot tougher but your pay would increase dramatically." Skills and myself looked at each other and asked if we could have a minute. We walked outside to talk.
Once outside. Skills and I began to chat. "Yo dawg, I think we should do this. I mean come on, we'd still be in the army, but wed be getting paid more." "I don't know man, he didn't say what company he worked for." "Aight, that's true, but I mean come on it'll get us out of here and back home." "Alright, we'll settle this the only fair and democratic way, we'll flip a coin." I pulled out a silver dollar looked at skills. "head we sign, tails, we stay." Skills just shrugged as I flipped the coin into the air and waited for it to fall to the ground. Skills immediately put his foot over to cover it and looked me square in the eyes. "Aight dawg, no matter what, I'll always have your back." I looked back at him as he picked his foot off the coin. I bent down to see what it was and I smiled as I stood back up. "lets go in and sign." Skills and I walked back in and shook the mans hands and signed the papers saying we were in. five hours later, we boarded a C-130 Hercules bound for home. That was just two years ago.
Skills and I still work together, its just now our team has grown from the two of us to include our buddy Mouth, who is an electronic wiz and our communication expert we brought with us from the rangers. My little brother Nathan who became a marine corp. sniper and one of the best they had to offer. Then there was Jake Jagielski, an Air Force pilot and badass. Of coarse, will us guys on a team, we needed a woman's touch to make sure we followed our orders... That's where our "secretary" Rachel came in, She wasn't really a secretary, she was what I guess you could call a femme fatale. She can is well our back up incase anything goes wrong, witch trust me a few times it has. We all grew up with each other so we figured who would we want watching our backs more than those who've known all our lives. We've all been through hell on our missions, ranging from taking out drug lords in Mexico and south America, to tracking terrorists in the middle east, to bringing back some children who were kidnapped and being held for ransom. Yeah, we did it all, well not all of it, there was one job we never ever wanted to do and that's bodyguard work. We all, me especially couldn't stand the thought of protecting some rich snob. Whenever we helped out a rich person before, they always looked down on us as if we were the hired help. So our boss Keegan made sure we never did any of that work but I had a really bad feeling it was about to change.
We had all be given a break from work, well the team had, I was wrapping up a small job in New York City for the CIA. All I had to do was take out a broker for a known terrorist organization by the name of John Hayes. Once he was gone, they figured the organization would just fall apart from the lack of funds. I must have followed the guy for days before finally begin given the go ahead to take him out. I had managed to get myself invited, into a very fancy party being thrown by some rich couple named Davis. My cover was that I was an up and coming author with a book about my life in a small town in North Carolina. Sad part is that its, partially true, except the author part.
I walked through the crowd of people as I looked for Mr. Hayes I saw the most beautiful woman ever. I mean, god she was amazing, reddish brunette hair, green eyes and a body that a goddess would be jealous of. I quickly looked away as I saw her look over in my direction. I tried to hide my face but failed miserably as I saw her starting to walk towards me. Before I could get away, she was standing in front of me and man I gotta tell ya, if I though she looked good from afar, then she looked even better up close. She smiled a huge dimpled smile at me and extended her hand. "Hi I'm Brooke." I took her hand and smiled as best I could without my jaw hitting the floor. "I'm Lucas." She smiled as our eyes held each other's gaze for a while before she spoke again. "oh that's right, you're the supposed new and upcoming author right.?" "yup, that's me but trust me, I don't think my book is going to be making it big anytime soon." She smiled and chuckled a little and just as she was about to respond, a man about my height with short, light brown hair came over with two drinks. "Here you babe, just what you asked for." he handed her a rum and coke and looked at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say he could kick my ass. "Who is this?" "Julian, this is Lucas, the new author." "Oh ok, yeah, I remember seeing your name on the guest list, so what publishing house picked your book up?" I shifted my eyes to him and had to think for a minute. "Oh um Trinity, it's a new and upcoming publishing house. They want me to be there flagship author." Julian just nodded his head as brook smiled her dimpled smile. They were both about to speak when I saw Mr. Hayes walking towards the balcony and I knew I just had to finish the job while no one is around. "I hate to leave you but I just saw someone I really have to talk to. It was nice meeting you Julian." I nodded my head in his direction before turning Back to Brooke and smiling like a fool, "pleasure meeting you Brooke." I walked away before I could hear their reply, and made my way outside as I heard him talking on his cell. I waited until he was done before I snuck up behind him from the dark and managed to wrap my arm around his neck slowly bringing him down as he passed out. I know what you're thinking, not very creative but I wasn't allowed to use a gun or knife. I managed carry him inside and through the crowd as I played it off as if he was passed out. I was almost to the door when I heard her voice again and I silently cursed myself. "Lucas? Are you leaving already?" "I'm sorry but it looks like my buddy here passed out and I better get him home." Great perfect excuse now just turn and go back to your boyfriend, but of coarse, this was the one night luck would decide to screw me. She walked over and kissed my cheek. "well maybe the next time you're in the city, we can catch up or something." With that she slipped a small paper into my pocket before turning back to her boyfriend who was glaring at her. I watched her from behind and god I just wanted to forget about the job for a minute and give her my number but then I remembered, that's against my rules. At least, I have her number and I got the target. Now I can sit back and relax in my small home town and drink beer and cook with the guys.