A Misson for Revenge

The main character is Trevor Down and he is part of the Canadian Special Weapons and Tactics (SWAT) team. He soon sees a pattern in the operations he does that soon leads to an unsettled revenge against him.

No Such Thing as a Calm Day

What a hot summer day. The sun was beating down onto the world below giving the day a nice brightness to it. Clear blue skies were above with not a cloud to be seen. It was a beautiful day if I do say so myself. But the real radiance came from my wife beside me. Oh Miranda. She was my love from back at the start of high school eleven years ago. My name is Trevor Down, standing at five feet 9 inches. I am now twenty five years of age.

Miranda and I were taking a nice walk through the neighbourhood with our son and daughter. Logan John Down was our son. Brown hair and brown eyes. He was 5 years old. And our daughter, Brittney Nara Down, was holding hands with him as we crossed the intersection. We lived in a quiet part of Coquitlam, British Columbia.

We were walking the side streets on our way to the park. The kid’s idea. Don’t get me wrong, I would do anything for them because, like everyone, I want to be the best parent I can be.

On our way up a street I hear a huge bang go off close by. I quickly reach into my jacket n grab the handle of my SIG P226 handgun. Now don’t go and get the wrong idea about me, I am not a criminal or anything like that. Quite the opposite. I am part of the Canadian SWAT team.

I didn’t flash it out in the open, but I left my hand gripped on it and on the trigger. I looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a pick-up truck in the middle of an intersection with a light layer of smoke coming from the hood. The truck backfired on him.

“Trevor, get your hand out of there!” Miranda whispered low enough that the frightened kids couldn’t hear. “Don’t alert people you’re armed.” She looked to the kids who were hiding behind her. “Awe, don’t worry darlings. The truck had made a boo-boo. Everything is alright.” She gestured the kids to keep walking. I turned away when I saw the truck start up again and drive off. When I turned something was different than the last time. But I couldn’t place what. I caught up with my family who were already half a block ahead. We turned the corner of the street when I stopped in mid step. I had figured it out. Across the street, there was a black sedan with tinted windows in front of my friend, Alice’s, house. She didn’t have a black sedan though...

I heard glass shatter from inside the house and a scream. I looked into one of the windows and I could swear I saw the end of an AK-47 assault rifle barrel.

The End

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