I DON'T OWN BLINDSPOT

Mesa, Arizona. 11 years ago

When Alexander turned 7 years old, he was extremely lethal in hand to hand combat. Now, Mickey began his training with firearms. The 2 had gone to Mickey's safehouse in Arizona for the winter and Mickey would take Alexander out to the desert for target practice. As Alexander held onto his revolver, he saw 2 huge cacti in front of him. On each cactus, Mickey had put a sign over them. One said "SHEPHERD", the other "ROMAN". Mickey eyed the cacti carefully. Then without warning, Alexander pulled out his revolver and fired 3 shots into each cactus. When he stopped, the cacti were unrecognizable. Mickey came up behind him, admiring Alexander's handiwork.

"You're a damn natural kid." Mickey said as he inspected each cactus. "You know what they're gonna call you? The fastest gun in the states." Alexander smirked as he put his gun back in the holster.

"Mickey, you know my mom right?" He asked.

"I do indeed." Mickey replied.

"How did she come across to you?" Mickey paused for a moment.

"Unyielding."

"That's it. You sum up your knowledge of a person in one word?" Alexander asked as they began walking back to the safehouse.

"Well buddy boy, that one word is what you need to express if you want your revenge. You gotta be as unyielding as she was. You gotta do whatever you gotta do to get your kill. If you gotta torture someone, that's what you do, if you gotta lie to someone, that's what you do, if you gotta kill someone with nothing but your bare hands, then that is what you do." Mickey said.

"If you say so Mickey." Alexander said. Mickey stopped and held the boy by his shoulders.

"Do you want to find your mom Alex?" Mickey asked.

"Yes." Alexander replied.

"How many men would you kill to be in Remi's arms? To hear her say she loves you? To feel her lips on your forehead? 1? 10? 100? 1000?"

"I would kill them all."

"Then you kill them all. No matter if it's Sandstorm, FBI, or CIA." Mickey demanded. "You have to keep your goal in mind at all times, anyone who will not help you find Remi is an adversary, and what do you do to adversaries? Do you pick up the gun?"

"I pick up the gun." Alexander said, without a moment's hesitation.

"All right then." Mickey said as he found an empty beer bottle. Alexander was reloading his gun. He'd just finished when Mickey threw the bottle at him. Alexander blasted the bottle into pieces with a single bullet. "Yes. One these days, nothing is gonna make a fed shit quicker then hearing the name Alexander Briggs." Mickey remarked.

"If that's true, then hopefully, Sandstorm won't give me too much trouble, all i'll Have to do is ruin a few pairs of pants." Alexander replied laughing his ass off.

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