Penny00 - The Prequel to The Bad Penny, Good Penny Series

Penny00 – The Prequel to the Bad Penny, Good Penny Series Penny00 – The Prequel provides an introduction to the Bad Penny, Good Penny series. It runs about 27,000 words (roughly 110 regular pages). Not everyone plays by the same set of rules. I know that I don’t, not any more. I play by my own set of rules. I run an extralegal ‘problem solving’ business, helping my clients and removing the scum from our society, one target at a time. Why? Because I can, and I don’t expect our government or law enforcement to help. I’ve seen what the government can do, my dad was part of their ‘solution’. My father was in Special Forces and the Navy SEALS, then worked for a mysterious, black ops government agency. He taught me skills no normal young girl should ever need to know. When he wasn’t home, I attended martial arts and other specialized classes on a wide variety of topics, all paid for by the government. We moved every year or so, assumed a new name and were hidden from the world in a system much like witness protection. I learned to adapt. I learned to be a chameleon. With each relocation I despised the situation even more. I hated the isolation, the lack of long-term friends, continually learning a new town, school and the cover history the government provided. Instead of dwelling on it, I turned to learning everything I could. What began as mere interests in math, science and mechanics turned into near obsession. I learned a lot. I learned to be independent, to make my own way, to fend for myself. Most of all, I learned how to be hard. How to take care of myself, to defend myself, and if needed, kill. Without remorse. I get no rush from a kill, just the satisfaction another dirt-bag has been eliminated from the gene pool. I also became a master of martial arts, knowledgeable in many disciplines, and possess the knowledge of how to kill in a wide variety of means, from personal, hand-to-hand combat, to long distance sniper fire. My awareness of physics, chemistry, ballistics and explosives is beyond what anyone could imagine without an extensive support team. One day, my dad just didn't come back from an assignment. We were relocated yet again. Shortly after I turned 18, I was recruited by the same black ops agency my dad gave his life for. Working for the government wasn't the answer. I declined, and went to college instead, under yet another name. While in college, I got a degree in Business, then an MBA, and worked for a while in the insurance industry. I work for myself. I have the freedom to accept the jobs I want, and it pays a lot better. While I worked for the insurance company, I learned I could lead a dual life. One with a public persona like nearly any other single adult woman, and an undercover life doing what I'd trained to do. Fix things. Solve problems. Make things right. Remove the low lifes, those that deserve to be removed from the gene pool of our society, one member at a time. Selectively, on my terms. When not ridding the society of the scum, I also provide lesser ‘solutions’ for my clients. I solve their problems, for a (usually hefty) fee. I don't judge my clients, and ask that they reciprocate. If you are my client, you will not meet nor recognize me. I can fit in nearly anywhere. As I said before, I'm like a chameleon. A short, red-haired woman can do a lot to be anonymous. If you do remember me, what you remember is a disguise, because I want you to. Now a thirty-something woman, I operate an underground 'problem solving' business that provides an interesting variety of services. If you have a problem, and the money to pay, I could solve that problem for you. Usually permanently. These are some of my stories, a glimpse of my life.