"Mom and Dad, I will get revenge for you." Guy proclaimed as he brought up the memory of his deceased parents. They were inventors that died when he was eighteen and the loss had caused him to begin his quest to find the cause. Unlike a sociopath, Guy took the loss heavily and a long time to decide what to. The pit boss he was tracing was the only clue left to him. Today would be the day he could approach his mark and question him face to face. At the moment, his preparations and his wild dress of heavily armored and belt loaded attire that were strapped against his body were only the beginning of his afternoon. Guy was clear sighted yet not reckless or hate filled person but he did have a motive to find the person responsible for his grief. The somber shift from a happy day of work to personal business sparked Guy's intense drive forward.
Then he grabbed his keys to the house, locked his door after setting the new security system on, and moved out to greet an old connection. Picking out his cell he rang another friend. This time he received no voice mail and a Russian-American mix accent answered, "Hello Guy, I've got the stuff you asked for." Guy confirmed a meeting with his friend and walked the blocks from his place to the large apartment skyscraper. The mysterious friend's home was on the twelve floor of the New Yorkian skyrise. A perfect place to see the differences of the street and even the mountainous view of other buildings in the city. The foyer spread out large marble tile flooring and even a security secretary at a large mahogany counter greeted Guy. The exchange was short as he received his guest pass and rode the elevator to the floor. The colors and décor brightened Guy's mood as he arrived down the hall at the door of his friend's home.
Before he could knock, the door opened to greet Guy. A moderately tall white male stood at the door, he had a mustache and goatee, with smooth features and bones to match. "Konstantin, how are you?" Guy greeted his friend while boldly stepping through the threshold into a the roman interior. The feng shui considered both resident and guest as the colors melded together to provide a gentle peaceful feeling. The smooth hand carved wood tables, varnished decorative inlays, and monkish light sources from carefully positioned lamps and ceiling. "Busy, you?" Guy responded and picked a place on the sofa to sit. "I'm writing a new book in my spare time." Konstantin answered.
"Eh, you wouldn't like it. It's about these street fighters who are tangled into a battle of mysterious cycle of combat up in a spiritual world and a material one while existing simultaneously in both." Guy smirked because the story sounded interesting and his friend was really creative. "Yeah, you should write more and let me see it when you got a few chapters." Konstantin's eyes flared with excitement rather than the saddened gaze he had about his personal opinion of the book. Guy always cheered him on for an unknown reason which made the Russian like him. To add to the cheerfulness, Konstantin dropped a small box in front of Guy after a moment of silence. "My friend, you are welcome to do business with me anytime."
Guy reached out and withdrew the documents inside. At the top were passports of a different name but the same face other than Guy's records. The name said, Scott Garber. Even the military documents and registration seemed to be there as an entire history to make the documents legitimate. Konstantin chuckled at Guy's astonishment since he was ex navy himself he had also been able to use that to provide the records needed for Guy's purchase. With everything lining up and this much evidence to place Guy into his mark's security team, the shock was threefold. All the time spent running odd jobs for lowbies had finally earned him a connection with Sailow Sanchez who was the right hand man of the pit boss. All he needed was to pass the screening and he was going to get close enough to snatch him up for questioning.
"Mah dude, you couldn't have gotten a worse job done could you?" Guy joked and feinted anger as he slipped the documents back into the box. Konstantin pretended to be offended, "I can't believe you. I poured my heart and soul into making those for you and you take me for skating off?" Guy removed from his jacket pocket a large envelope with illustrious penmanship. "Ol' dude's money," Read the acrylic handwriting but Konstantin only raised half an eyebrow at seeing. Guy smiled widely showing a handsome drive in his expression as he proudly watched Konstantin count every bill. "Alright get the F- Outa here." Konstantin said after a few counts in a serious menacing tone. Guy didn't even bat an eye and ignored the drop off joke as his friend finished counting. "What you're still here? I have borsch and chai waiting for you Guy. Join me if you'd like." Konstantin said after looking up from the envelope that swiftly went into hiding inside a pocket. Guy willingly spent ten more minutes with his friend sharing their interests together but declined the generous offer for a meal.
Then shortly after that Guy called up a cab and left with the documents in hand. Konstantin had always helped Guy out after being saved from a failing artistic career so their mutual history came from how he had shown the tools Konstantin needed to be able to provide great literature. The sensation of success rode in the cab across the bustling noisy streets until they arrived at the interviewing company. It was a fantastic building of large corporate proportion that Guy saw the moment he left the cab. The movement of people flooded the building and he moved along to where he was supposed to be directed to meet Sailow Sanchez.
The short end of the interview went simple but Guy's ability to get to the heart played a role into helping the interview since Sanchez seemed to be reading a light novel of sorts after finishing. Sanchez warmed up quick after being asked what it was like. "Pretty cool, update frequency needed, but either than that the story meets my standards." The beam of happiness that shown from almost blinded Guy to his mission as the head of security decided that that Guy was hirable. Despite the tough gear that Guy wore it was not Sanchez's final say in who gets hired or not. It was the CEO's decision to hire a bodyguard so Sanchez put away his reading and taxied Guy up to the main office of the building. Guy should have been nervous that day but with everyone radiating positivity he could only feel confident as he was about to meet the source of his parent's demise.