[For Logan]
They'd been training for awhile now, as much as Joe knew how to train a person to do the shit he did, but he'd done what he could for Logan. The kid had a gun, he had knowledge, he knew what he could do, but part of Joe was still worried that the part of him that knew what to do would be overwhelmed by the part of him that still wanted to do what was right.
The first job he'd grabbed for the two of them was something Joe normally would've passed over. The pay off wasn't huge, but the person they were looking for was a murderer and he was a cruel son of a bitch, even if he wasn't particularly rough. It was as cut and fucking dry as he thought they could get without hunting a fucking unicorn or something.
"Okay, here," he said, tossing an envelope to Logan. It had a picture, contact information for the people they would be taking the bastard to and information on the crime.
"Leland Fortier. Multiple homicides, never arrested, never caught. It's who we're going after."
The first job he'd grabbed for the two of them was something Joe normally would've passed over. The pay off wasn't huge, but the person they were looking for was a murderer and he was a cruel son of a bitch, even if he wasn't particularly rough. It was as cut and fucking dry as he thought they could get without hunting a fucking unicorn or something.
"Okay, here," he said, tossing an envelope to Logan. It had a picture, contact information for the people they would be taking the bastard to and information on the crime.
"Leland Fortier. Multiple homicides, never arrested, never caught. It's who we're going after."