HERO

There were four thugs, total gangsters, in front of the house with their rifles and their night vision goggles. Four more in the back. No telling how many more inside. So figure a bunch of guys protecting one of the worst guys in the world. Not one of them having a clue about how how much trouble they were really in,how badly I had them outnumbered. Hired guns, in any country, never worried me. The bads? They were the real enemy, worse than any terrorists, even if I was one of the few people alive who knew they existed. Even my boss, the president of the United States, didn't know what we were really up against, how much he really needed me. When he talked about our country fighting an unseen threat, he didn't know how true that really was. When my son, Matthew, was little, I used to tell him these fantastic stories about the bads, and he thought I was making them up. I wasn't. The snow was falling hard now, bringing night along with it. Not good. Definitely not good.