A/N: Greetings! I hope everyone is doing well and is enjoying the summer, as to seeing how this is my first Authors note I will make it brief, I need Character ideas for my story, if at all possible they'd be from GTA online as your avatars or a file you mess around on, and dont worry i wont miss use them, and kill them in a embarassing way unless you ask for that to happen, which btw you may not see them for atleast two or three chapters counting this one. Also please review/ drop a line to give me feed back, afterall a dog wont learn unless you teach them.
Ch. 2 "cutting ties, losing ground"
To most people waking up to the sound of birds and feeling sunshine on your face ment your in a Disney movie, for Grimm right now, it ment he was alive and the pain was intense! Biting back the urge to curse and scream, he looked around at the office he found himself in he quickly figured it out after seeing the giant San Andreas map. "Lester" he said Hoarsly.
A pudgy man walked in, cane in hand "and Sleeping Beauty awakens! Just minus the Beauty part" he finished ackwardly, "they did a number on you" he said evenly "you lost your left eye and some mobility in your left leg, got scars all over. im frankly suprised you srvived" he finished, looking at him over his glasses, "You got hacked." He stated, "well, I almost got hacked, the people trying were good but aren't pros, sadly they managed to get yours and the others I've employed in the past information, your the only surviver" he finished. Grimm was slightly suprised, for a second it sounded like the hacker felt emotion. "Grimm" Lester said taking Grimm out of his thoughts "I'm sorry but I cant use you anymore, you've quite literally been burned off the market for being a hired Gun."
Said hired gun frowned, while yes he free lanced his specific set of skills of brutality, he actually quite enjoyed working for Lester, sure he was slightly mad, but who wasn't? "Before you cut me off, who was the guy I was talking to? I know you had to have been watching, at least give me that." He questioned, the other, hoping to get a lead on the man who tried to kill him.
Shaking his grizzled head the hacker looked at him "I know you've seen him, He's our newly elected Senator: John Krasanski." 'Well shit' thought Grimm, 'when I make enimies they're always a character' "So the guy who tried to kill me is a political figure who has a Mercinary army at his beck and call" he asked out loud in deadpan. "Why is this sounding like a very bad plot to a very bad book or movie? Wait, Lester," grunting as he stood on unsteady legs he limped to put on a pair of pants. "I gotta get on the move" he said panting, while strong enough to get up from almost getting killed, it took alot out of him. "For all we know, with you in Particular, they could be trying to find a blood trail, and i might be leading them to your door". Limping as fast as possible till he found his stride, he turned to Lester.
"So this is Good bye isn't it pal?" he asked as he got to the bottom of the stairs before the door. "Yes, but here's something" turning almost all the way around (Lester being on his left) he we presented with a pair of black wrap around shades "ballistic glasses" he suplied "I know you want to stay discreet which is kinda hard with a missing eye so I got you this, its not much but atleast you wont be walking the plank to any pirate jokes" he tittered. Slipping them on he found that he enjoyed them. "See you around Lester" he said as he stepped out the door.
Over the next few months Grimm got used to being a Cyclops, also while getting an ear to find out about the man who tried to kill him, frankly he was impressed that he lived. The man was like a modern day Dracula, but he hid it well, everywhere the politician went thier was atleast one strange dissappearance in the form of his political rival or a member of said rivals family, but no trace of that was never brought back to Krasanki. the man was simply to slimy to catch. But like a certain other guy he had tracked, that was simuler, he would get him. even if it killed him.
Little did the Gun hand know what kind of worms he got from the can he opened.