Chapter 21

After Carlos was cleared for missions again, he felt like he could take on the world. He still had nightmares sometimes and he still needed to take random showers ever now and again, but he was mostly back to normal. Well, as normal as Carlos was anyways.

Years passed and soon Carlos was turning 26. He was the best of the best and known in all circles as just that. People feared him, feared what he could do, but soon he grew tired of the constant adrenaline rush. He felt like something was missing in his life. He felt like he wasn't whole. He decided to do something he'd been thinking of for a while. Something big, maybe just big enough to feel the whole he felt inside himself.

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Carlos looked at his pack. His brothers. He saw their curiosity and decided to be up front with them. "I want to start a business," he said. "I want to start a security company. And I want all of you to work for me. If you would." The pack looked at him with a mixture of shocked and blank faces. "Where the hell did that wild hair come from?" Asked Tank.

"I've been thinking about this for a while," said Carlos. "I feel like I've been missing something for a while now. I think that maybe this is it. I don't want to go at this without you guys though. You're my brothers and I can't do this on my own. I need you, all of you, by my side in this." The pack looked thoughtful, mulling over the choice they'd been given.

"I don't know, Sir. With all due respect, I love being a medic, and if I were to work at a security company, I wouldn't be able to do what I love," Bobby said. Carlos gave an almost smile. "That's the best part. You will be a medic, Brown. You'll be the company medic. I don't have a huge amount of money put back for this, so we're going to start out picking up 'skips'. Bounty hunting. It's easy money for guys like us but I'm sure we'll get banged up sometimes, shit happens. I need you guys to be my team, my pack. I need you to trust me enough to help me out here," he said.

Lester smirked. "I'm in," he said. "I can't wait to try out this 'bounty hunting' thing. It sounds pretty fun." Tank nodded and twitched his lips. "I'm in. You know I'll always have your back, hermanito." Carlos looked to Bobby expectantly, as did Tank and Lester.

Finally, Bobby cracked. "Alright, Alright! Quit it with the puppy eyes!" He said, grinning like an idiot. "I'm in too I guess. Can't leave you without a medic. You'd probably die without me anyways." Lester snorted. "Yeah okay doc. What ever gets your panties wet," he said, rolling his eyes.

Carlos gave his almost smile again. "Okay then, next up is a name. I haven't been able to pick anything yet, and I don't want it to sound corny. I want it to stand out though. Any ideas?" He asked. The guys all looked thoughtful. They had no ideas at all. Then suddenly, a light bulb went off in Tank's massive head.

"Dude, what about Rangers Security or something. We're all 'Rangers' and it makes sense. Ah! Car, I've got it! Rangeman security. Cause we're men too," he grinned. Lester and Bobby agreed. "That name is slick as fuck!" "Hell yeah, sounds badass!" They exclaimed. Carlos thought for a moment. Rangeman. He liked it.

"Okay, I like it. It's different and it says something about us. Operation Rangeman is officially a go," he said. The pack grinned like the wolves they are. Hell yeah. They were ready for it. Carlos was happy to have his pack on his side, he was glad that they hadn't shot him down. Now hopefully, no one else would shoot them down either.

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It took almost an entire year, but finally, Rangeman Securtiy was no longer just a pipe dream. They had set up shop in Trenton, New Jersey. Carlos had wanted to be close to his mother, but he also knew that Newark wouldn't bring as much business as he wanted. Trenton was a good compromise.

Rangeman did skip tracing for a place called "Vincent Plum Bail Bonds". They only took on high level skips and if their guy was still in country, they always got him. The guys were doing great, they were really getting the business of the ground with all the money they brought in from the skips. Carlos was always busy, working around the clock. They had hired a couple of vet military guys that helped with the bounty hunting and the clientele work like installing systems, and an ex-gang banger that was amazing with the tech.

Their client list was ever growing and things had never been better for the pack. They had each signed a government contract saying that they would still do missions, but only part time and only two guys could leave at the same time. They figured that would be best in case two guys were called out, there would still be the other two to look after the company.

Carlos had started going by the street name Ranger, the only color he owned was black, and it covered everything he laid claim on. His cars, his clothes, and even his credit card. The streets quickly found that Rangeman, and Ranger Manoso imparticular, were not to be fucked with.

Carlos no longer felt the hole in his life that he once had. Perhaps the business had filled that hike for the time being, or perhaps it just distracted him so that he could not feel it anymore. He didn't know and he didn't care. All that mattered was that his business was tight, his pack was tight, and now his life was tight. He was living good. And then one morning, he got a phone call, and everything changed.

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A/N: I'm so excited for the next chapter!! I'm also excited because I'm going tothe optometrist tomorrow and perhaps I'll finally get some glasses so I can see what I type without having to put my face three inches from the screen lol. Please review and let me know if you think this chapter was alright, or criticize it if you think it wasn't so good. I hope you have a great night/day where ever you are. Until tomorrow :)