Thread: 17 Years Later. A New Dark Romance (sispuppet & LaBellaMia)

Andrew Stevens sits back in the seat of the black Impala, the cold air of the AC blowing against him. The six and a half foot tall man was in his late twenties, with a strong physique of well over 220 lbs, all muscle, honed from years of wrestling, weight lifting, and martial arts training. His head was completely shaved, and his blue eyes almost constantly covered by a pair of sunglasses. Underneath the well-fitting suit, his muscles tensed, constantly moving and ready to go in any direction he needs should there be some sign of danger. Beneath the jacket, pressing against him is his sidearm, a standard M9, its weight a constant reminder of the duty assigned to him. After completing a tour of service and returning home, Andrew had been surprised when he was contacted by a security firm. His capability in the field, and show of loyalty in one particular operation had earned the attention of quite a few groups who were looking for men like him. It would be a job keeping people safe on a more personal level. The man hated to admit it, but in the end the thing that most helped make his decision was the pay. The fact that there was less of a chance of seeing combat and being forced to take a life was good, but with bills to pay and wanting to save up money to start a family, the amount he would take away from some of the contracts was too tempting for him to say no. That was how he became a bodyguard. Early work set him up in simpler, smaller jobs, usually working with a team as part of a small security detail for visiting diplomats or celebrities. It at one of these jobs in fact that he earned his latest contract. It was meant to be a business dinner when the person he was guarding, a man with more money than sense who tended to rub people the wrong way suddenly had a gun pulled on him. Andrew stepped forward immediately, getting his own weapon out even as he managed to disarm the assailant and pin him to the ground. The next day, he was visited by the man his charge had been meeting. Mr. Stevens, how do you do? My name is Alexander Jacobs, though Im sure you recall that we already met. The man asked, holding out his hand. He was on the verge of 60, but hardly looked it, somehow managing to keep himself in shape and remaining active. His much younger wife who had been with for a good 17 years now likely had something to do with it. That was rather impressive what you did yesterday. Andrew nods, thanking the man, all the while wondering what it is he wanted. He did not have to wonder long though as the older man pulled a contract out and showed it to him. Its very simple really. I wish to hire you on full time as personal security. Andrew looks over the contract, his eyes nearly bulging at the amount he was being offered. He almost laughed, thinking the man was trying to pull a prank on him. Alex must have read his mind as he speaks up. I assure you sir, my daughters safety is no joke to me. From what Ive seen and heard about you, youre the man I can rely on to keep her safe. From there it had been training, paperwork, and getting accustomed to things he would know, but now it was time. Andrew turns out of the car and gets out, walking slowly up the steps leading to the manor. He breathes out, trying to hide his own nervousness as he rings the doorbell, preparing for this new job at hand.