Side by Side with Saints

“Alright, girls. Take your pick and fill the bags,” said Jamison, pressing a button. Brynk and I looked at each other for a moment, our brows slightly knit together in confusion, till Jamison waved a hand in front of him. We turned around and instantly, I understood. My jaw literally dropped and my eyes grew wide, sending Brynk into a fit of laughter.

“Jeez, Hunter, happy much?” she giggled and I rolled my eyes, pushing past her with my duffle bag in tow. “Uh, excuse her, she gets a little gun-happy, sometimes…”

I ignored the last few words passed between the two as I walked into the room. Guns lined the walls; from standard pistols and shotguns, to automatic and bolt action—I was exceptionally pleased to find my favorite maker, Sig Sauer, as well as Glock and Beretta. Knives adorned every inch of the tables, and swords were hung on the walls, as well. Most any weapon one could really ask for was here for our taking, but it went without saying that every Sig I found was being stuffed into my bag.

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about…” I murmured as Brynk walked up behind me, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m surprised you haven’t managed to stuff the whole place into that duffle bag yet,” she teased with a bright smile before skipping off to a wall. I soon picked out my own wall to start with, and picked off an automatic, slowly making my way around the room.

“I’m totally getting a rope!” yelled Brynk, and I turned towards her, toying with the .50 Cal in my hands.

“Why?” I asked absentmindedly, checking inside chamber. When she didn’t reply after a minute or so, I looked up, only to find her giving me the most stunned expression I believe I’d ever seen. “What?”

“Are you serious? Hunter! Everyone uses a rope! Always! Like, uh… James Bond! Or your British boy, Alex Rider! Ropes are in every single movie! They always end up saving someone’s’ life! Are you insane!?” she shouted, going on and on as I returned back to the gun. I slid the chamber back into place, and picked a Desert Eagle off a shelf that I quickly shoved into my bag.

“Get your bloody rope, but I doubt we’ll use it,” I scoffed, and she nodded.

“Yeah, I will. There’s a rope right here, and guess what! It’s a mighty fine rope, too.”

I laughed briefly, grabbing a street knife and sliding it into my boot with a smirk.

“Now, Brynk, this is something useful,” I stated, and she replied with a roll of her frosty blue eyes.

“Lets get out of here, Hunter, we’ve got to get home to feed the dogs,” she chimed in after several minutes longer, and I couldn’t argue.

Twenty minutes later, I dropped the duffle bag in the floor before scratching behind the ears of my black wolf.

“Hey buddy,” I cooed, looking over as Brynk played with her husky, Aequitas- a young husky who was half the size of my full grown wolf, Veritas. As Brynk fed the two, I placed our duffle bags in the appropriate rooms.

“Hey, Hunter, we’ve got a job coming up. Let’s figure out where it’s gonna be and all that jazz,” called Brynk, from the living room.

“Of course,” I muttered, trudging back and sitting across from her and her papers at the desk. I picked up one of the many pens lying around and toyed with the mechanics of the device. I didn’t really care about the schematics of our jobs. All I wanted to know was who we were taking down that day. I usually took the liberty of finding out why Brynk chose that person, only out of curiosity. I trusted her judgment. I was doing simply what I felt was right.

In a way, Brynk and I were like Batman and Robin if you thought about it.

Vigilante, the simple dictionary definition of the word described us down to a T: one who takes or advocates the taking of law enforcement into one's own hands. However, in our case, it was plural.

Vigilantes.

I’m not saying it’s right or wrong, but there were people out there that the law wasn’t doing a very good job with taking down that needed to be permanently off the streets. Killed, or jailed. Personally, I didn’t have any moral qualms with taking the lives of indecent men, but I knew that it occasionally got to Brynk. She had a heart of gold, and that was something needed to balance out how generally cold hearted I could be. She liked to see the good and potential in people, whereas I saw the darker side of reality. Most of these men would never change their ways, and even if by some miracle they did… how many other lives would be taken before that miracle occurred? Far too many, if you asked me.

So we were taking the duty of enforcement upon ourselves.