Sloan

I am Sloan, some people call me their worst nightmare and others call me their saviour. I am a bit of both. No one calls me friend. This is how I came to be who I am today.

04.00 hrs 01 January 2013

Company Barracks

I must be the only person round here that did not celebrate New Year’s. It’s five am, almost time for the guard to change and there is not a sign of another living soul. With the exception of the ever present guard on the gate no one has risen from their cots to get ready for duty.

The canteen is deserted as I head to get my first cup of coffee for the day. The urn’s hot, so someone has been around, but there are no signs of them now. No sounds from the kitchen where normally I hear the crash and rattle as the breakfasts are cooked and put on the trays. No chatter from the cooks and no barking of orders from the Sergeant Chef. I wander around the room and settle at a table at the back. Facing both the front and rear doors I sit ever watchful, the training we all have sticks with you for life. 

What happens next changes many lives in the course of the year as Sloan takes to the road to revenge the murder of his wife. Read on to learn how he does this.