Chapter Text
It was a warm summer day.
A sandy haired man scurried down a busy street in New York City. He nervously patted the small bag hanging across his shoulder. He had a month’s worth of pay in there, and he needed to drop it off at his ma’s place before his next shift. He doesn’t trust banks anymore, not after that incident in New Mexico. He stopped at a red light and rubbed a hand down his face, he needed a shave.
A couple stepped up to his left, the man had an arm wrapped around the women’s shoulder, and he chuckled at something she had said. The girl’s profile seemed pretty, and his gaze went down to her chest. Nice. Then they went lower and he noticed the little pug that was tucked against her side. He twitched.
As though feeling his stare, the girl looked at him. She seems satisfied that he wasn’t gawking at her chest and moved to turn back. Suddenly she gasped and spun around to face him. Before he could say anything, because he wasn’t really looking, she had handed the pug to the man beside her and whipped out a Taser. What the hell? The next thing he knew he was on the ground twitching and wishing that he didn’t have any nerves left.
“That was for Agent you bastard!”
The good pedestrians of NYC simply walked around as the light turned green. They had places to be. So he laid there twitching, until a shadow fell over him.
Doing what he could to look up, he saw a man in a black body suit with very impressive and exposed arms staring him down.
“So, you are the asshole that likes to hurt dogs huh? Today’s not your lucky day pal.”
No, it really isn’t.