Greyson was walking back from work. A mind numbing seasonal job that fit with what he could manage for staying in one place before moving on like he usually did.

Suddenly group of guys in ski masks run into him and by him.  It didn’t take too much to notice the guns and bags.

He might not be the most heroic sort of person but these guy had rubbed him the wrong way and he hadn’t gotten into a fight in a while and started to follow after them glad he carried a good assortment of throwing knives on him at all times.