Johnny was walking down the street to his next job. He was escorting a lovely young 2nd wife to a club this evening, because her fat cat rich husband was in a coma from a stroke and she was bored. A bit fucked up, but that's what you get for remarrying and the person being younger than your children. But, different strokes being for different folks, he couldn't really judge them for it. It meant he got paid and having hack to rub together was never a problem. Was no skin off his nose if some rich old bastard married a whore.
However, as he was walking, he saw what went down in the alley. Normally, he'd just phone the authorities, and let them handle it. However with his newfound...he did not dare to say 'invulnerability' caused his sense o self-preservation to be somewhat...lessened. He slid into the alleyway, against the wall, One finger undoes the clip on his holsters, which he has on his thigh today, and one of his fingers switches off the safety. He kept his guard up as he approached the area of the event, his trained limbs ready to react.
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