A Special Security Service

My name is Jack Pressler, I run a special security service. To most, we are mercenaries. Paid thugs with guns and no morals. The people who work for me will attest that we have plenty of morals. We keep them in your wife's nightstand. We don't take jobs for drug cartels, terrorists, oppressive governments, or the girl scouts, but the girl scout one is a longer story. Most of the people working for me are former military or police. Most didn't see any action. My second and head of operations is a woman named Tima Cocks. Most people call her TC. She's about six foot three with deep ebony skin and long twisted multi-colored braids she calls a Senegalese twist. The following are a series of short tales chronicling my life behind the gun.