Chapter 1

To say that I am a normal man is OK but not very accurate. I do look normal from the outside but that is because I choose to look that way. During the last twenty-five years I have been a anything but normal. I was trained by the US military as a commando and during the twenty years I served in active duty I was called upon to do more than a few things that most normal people would consider evil or maybe just ghastly or just plain evil.

The unit I was assigned to was covert and the press never learned about our existence. To this day the bulk of Americans still don’t know. Everyone knows about the Navy seals and the Army green berets, but just a handful of very powerful Americans know about the wraith squad.

To sum up the past I was drafted out of the marines and placed in the wraiths because I have a very mean, cruel streak in my character. It also helped that I am just six feet tall and built like a weight lifter. I am not overly large but just strong. As to my facial features, most people call me average in the looks department. I have blonde hair, thinning at the top and receding at the front.

Because of my past I am taken care of when it comes to money but I still hold down a full-time job. I have always felt the need to stay busy and working at a regular job helps. The work is easy but it keeps my mind occupied and my cruel streak in check.

I’ve never married and for the most part I just date normally and have the usual amount of sex with women. The focus of my story has to do with a particular female that thought it would be fun or maybe just alright to take advantage of me and my “so called,” good nature.

It all started around the end of the year. I had been invited to a party by some of my “so-called” friends. I am a bit of a loner, a by product of my earlier career. Long term exposure to friends tends to make me antsy and want to do those cruel things to them. I do have friends over to the house once in a while but never for more than a few hours. I have a couple of brothers but we are not close and they live in another state which is better for them. To them I am the quiet one, the smart one, and the one that managed to get out of a religiously repressive society.

At the party I was introduced to a nice looking Asian female in her early twenties. Her name was Laura and to any man she seemed like a nice person. But as I got to know her over the course of two weeks it became clear that she wasn’t really a nice girl. Her view of men was that they were there to pay her way through life and that she was too good for any man or woman for that part.

On our last official date, she made her point very clear and tried to extort money from me. That was her last and worst mistake. I dropped her off at her door and instead of trying to kiss her I shook her hand and just smiled and said that I hoped that she got over her fear of reality. This left her puzzled and staring at me with a confused look on her face. That look would be one look that would haunt my mind for the next three days. It took me that long to decided how to deal with her. The cruel streak had taken over again. Once that part of my personality has taken over, I have to act on the impulse or it just gets worse.

The one thing that our squad was taught was proper preparation was the secret to any operation. The event I had planned for Laura was no different. But the outcome would be a whole lot more fun that past operations I had been involved in.

It took me a full three months to set up the plan and to make sure that all was perfect. In that time, I was not surprised to find out that Laura had found another patsy to take advantage of. The fact that she had forgotten me was not hard to accept but the fact that she had found another stupid male to take advantage of did burn me up.

After I left the Wraiths, I moved to Las Vegas and set up house and life. I chose Las Vegas because the weather was nice and the people friendly. The fact that I could blend in with the rest of the folks living in a crazy town also helped.