He sat in a chair across from your desk in a large dim lit office. “I understand you are in need of my services correct ma’am?” Striker asked in business mode. From time to time he’d check you out or observe the surroundings curiously.

He couldn’t always trust his clients but there was always a fat check in the end. And he just loved doing his acts of justice through violence because it was always the sh*tty people who he was sent after.