There he stands, his face covered by a ski mask, his hands covered by leather gloves, on his shoulders rests his trench coat, and tucked into the sash around his waist, five small firearms.  Suddenly, there is movement, he grabs a pistol, swung his arm upward and fired this S&W 500, the bullet exploded out of the gun, and across the empty night’s street, coming to rest in the cranium of a seemingly innocent person.

“No mercy for the mercenary, Nicolai, you bastard.”

and as quickly as the mayhem had erupted it was over.  Our vigilante had walked, he had walked strait to a condemned building he had called his home. He moved from the door, up his rickety flight of stairs, and to the couch, there, he pulled off his masked, lay his weapons down next to his larger arsenal, sat down, and watched TV.  Breaking News! police have found the murdered body of the russian spy, Nicolai Petrov, has been found! Nicolai was wanted for murder, espionage, conspiracy, grand theft auto, and evading arrest, police have no suspects and say that whoever is guilty should turn themselves in immediatly!

“Figures, the Crusader saves the country from years of his bullshit, and they want to send me to prison for it.”

The next morning, the Crusader, Maddox Dunn, crept in the shadows, his armament this day was not the same, He wore his mask, but he now wore a black bomber jacket, black jeans, and steel toed boots, under the jacket, a patch of blue stuck out. from the white shirt.  The Crusader slipped into a dark warehouse, several individuals were waiting for him around an old table, one of the wlked to him.

“Maddy, how’s it been? we’ve seen your work on the news, the cops are gunning for ya’.”

“It’s been too long old man,”

“I’m still sorry ’bout your mother,”

“Damn it, she died over ten years ago, I hated her,”

“yeah, I know,”

“I’m done talking about the whore who got me sent away to that compound!”

The room fell silent.  The men sat at their table, the conversation restarted.

“The russians have it out for you, so are the cops, they both want you dead, and you’re the only one holding the russians back, although they care not if you die, they want you.”

“What for?”

“Let’s face it, you’re just a killing machine to the world, people don’t care why you you kill, why you torture, they just want it to stop, or conform to their rules.”

“So, why am I here for this?”

“I am sorry to inform you that we are dropping you as a client, and employee.”

“you’re fireing me! you’re a bunch of twisted ass-holes!”

“You have to understand, we don’t want the ru-,”

“If they come after one of us, we stick together!”

“It won’t work that way this time,”

The Crusader left his former allies, he had no-one left, no family or friends, only enemies and faces.  It was now light so the Crusader could no longer travel under the radar, he hid from the eyes of the world as he retreated towards his home. sadness began to overwelm him, he bottled his emotion.  Insanity possesed his mind, his body, and his trigger finger.  He ripped off his jacket, revealing the police bullet-proof vest, he now wore his trench coat again, he loaded his arsenal into several sets of bags and suitcases and prpared to leave his home a new man, a new face, he now used much smaller mask, covering his eyebrows and about 1/4 of his nose.  He left, his face pale, and he walked until he noticed familiar faces, not friends, soldiers, not american, he noticed them as russians, why hadn’t he heard of the invasion, they succured the city without a fight, there is fighting elsewhere, he was sure of it, it couldn’t have been a coup, things were normal several hours ago.  The fight just started, he reached into his bag and pulled out a rare weapon, his Grendel.  He opened fire, the russians dropped their AK-47s and fell to the ground, dead.