Dent was a Rough Man
By J. Bayer
Dent crouched behind a burnt out truck and surveyed the fractured ruins that had once been a city. Dozens of blackened windows glared angrily at him, threatening sudden death from a sniper’s round.
He’d grown up on the streets and found his place in the army. Owing to his size, brutal disposition, and willingness to accept the most risky missions, he’d become a member of Special Forces and was deployed continually to one third-world shit hole after another.
Dent was distracted by a kitten, which had come mewing from under the truck – its cries threatened to compromise his position and he considered how to silence the animal. He might have picked the kitten up and stroked it, but he didn’t.
Dent was a rough man.