The new bodyguard
I knew she was trouble from the moment I entered the room. Too beautiful, too young, and most of all too much Mr Piagi’s daughter, though I didn’t know that at the time. She seemed annoyed with the whole situation. I was an outsider, I just arrived in this town looking for a new job. I had been working in personal protection since I left the army after, well, lets just call it an unfortunate misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that left my superior with a broken nose, and even worse, broken pride. I shall not go into details, it doesn’t matter right now. Seven years green left me with just two skills, I can fight and I can survive. I first worked on the governors detail, got the job via an old army mate, but as soon as the paperwork of my army discharge was finalised, my history caught up with me, and I was let go. Since then I had to resort to the kind of protection jobs that stay of the record. I’ve always tried to stay away from organised crime, the hierarchy in the army was already more then enough for me, and besides you can’t ever quit your job with this kind of organisation. So how did I get here? Chivalry one might say, or stupidity another might say, just bad luck I say, once again being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The wrong place: a sleazy bar; the wrong time: last night around 11 o’clock. I had had a couple of beers, when I saw an enormous guy forcefully moving a girl to the exit. Everybody seemed to be looking, but nobody was moving, looking back now I know why: Nobody shall ever interfere Mr Piagi’s business. The best thing that could happen might you choose to do so was getting your ass kicked, but that only happened when he was in a good mood, and the worse? Let’s just say that it goes beyond any human imagination. When they both were struggling past me, the big guy actually dragging the girl by her arm, I put my hand on his shoulder and said: “It looks like your lady doesn’t agree with leaving right now”.
“Mind your own business, asshole” he grunted, then he tried to shove me aside.
“I’d like to hear it from the lady,” I replied while brushing his arm of.
I knew she was trouble from the moment I entered the room. Too beautiful, too young, and most of all too much Mr Piagi’s daughter, though I didn’t know that at the time. She seemed annoyed with the whole situation. I was an outsider, I just arrived in this town looking for a new job. I had been working in personal protection since I left the army after, well, lets just call it an unfortunate misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that left my superior with a broken nose, and even worse, broken pride. I shall not go into details, it doesn’t matter right now. Seven years green left me with just two skills, I can fight and I can survive. I first worked on the governors detail, got the job via an old army mate, but as soon as the paperwork of my army discharge was finalised, my history caught up with me, and I was let go. Since then I had to resort to the kind of protection jobs that stay of the record. I’ve always tried to stay away from organised crime, the hierarchy in the army was already more then enough for me, and besides you can’t ever quit your job with this kind of organisation. So how did I get here? Chivalry one might say, or stupidity another might say, just bad luck I say, once again being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The wrong place: a sleazy bar; the wrong time: last night around 11 o’clock. I had had a couple of beers, when I saw an enormous guy forcefully moving a girl to the exit. Everybody seemed to be looking, but nobody was moving, looking back now I know why: Nobody shall ever interfere Mr Piagi’s business. The best thing that could happen might you choose to do so was getting your ass kicked, but that only happened when he was in a good mood, and the worse? Let’s just say that it goes beyond any human imagination. When they both were struggling past me, the big guy actually dragging the girl by her arm, I put my hand on his shoulder and said: “It looks like your lady doesn’t agree with leaving right now”.
“Mind your own business, asshole” he grunted, then he tried to shove me aside.
“I’d like to hear it from the lady,” I replied while brushing his arm of.
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