I Hate The Living
My name is Owen Mercer, and this is the day I die..
"Hurry up, peon! Daddy's going to dock your pay if you can't keep up!"
Owen grimaced as he followed the girl he was currently bodyguarding, as the rent-a-cop hired on for good measure carried her shopping bags.
..or at least it would be if there was any mercy in this universe.
Oh yeah, this is exactly how he pictured going straight. Babysitter to some trust-fundee with outspoken pro-police-state anti-metahuman activist filthy rich parents. Their desire for security was no surprise, and it was only through virtue of the fact that they didn't want anyone carrying firearms around their 'special snowflake' that he'd gotten the tap from the security company he'd signed on with... for THIS particular detail.
With any luck one of the Rogues still wearing a black hat would put him out of his misery.
(open tag)
"Hurry up, peon! Daddy's going to dock your pay if you can't keep up!"
Owen grimaced as he followed the girl he was currently bodyguarding, as the rent-a-cop hired on for good measure carried her shopping bags.
..or at least it would be if there was any mercy in this universe.
Oh yeah, this is exactly how he pictured going straight. Babysitter to some trust-fundee with outspoken pro-police-state anti-metahuman activist filthy rich parents. Their desire for security was no surprise, and it was only through virtue of the fact that they didn't want anyone carrying firearms around their 'special snowflake' that he'd gotten the tap from the security company he'd signed on with... for THIS particular detail.
With any luck one of the Rogues still wearing a black hat would put him out of his misery.
(open tag)