The Guardian

money then, invested legally, drew large returns. It just totally amazed him the amount of money that these sick bastards were willing to pay for their smut.
    It was a great deal more difficult after he had returned to the states. Some of the money he had had been invested in order to generate some returns, yes, but he had to be careful. He moved his money around a lot. It was never in one place for any great length of time. He didn’t like banks as they left a paper trail. He only used them when it was necessary. Everything he did was in a cash and carry basis. He never used plastic. What little mail he did get went to a P.O. Box. It was under an assumed name as well.
    He had more than one identity. It was easy to establish an identity. You just needed to know where to go. Once you had an identity, you went to a few places, used the ID for some small insignificant thing, established yourself, and let it go. In the event one was discovered, he would simply assume another. So far, he had never had to use but the one. His ability to disguise himself was a plus. He rarely went out to places where there was a lot of people or they may notice him.
    Dressing to adapt was the key there. He was always careful to dress down. His clothes were never fancy, just plain, blend in everyday stuff. He never looked like a tourist. They always dressed loud and obnoxious. No matter where he went, he was always sure to dress to blend in.
    Arriving in Vegas, he went to one of the large discount chains, pulled into the parking lot. He parked at the far end of the lot, far away from the building. He didn’t mind walking and it kept his van away from the heavy foot traffic that went in and out of entrance to the store.
    He had gotten what he needed and was walking back to his van. He saw a Hispanic man, holding a small girl by her arm, screaming at her. The little girl was all of about 5 maybe 6 years old. She was crying loudly, her hand trying to cover her face as he shook her violently by her other arm and he was hitting her up side her head.
    The Guardian watched as he quickly sped up his pace. He didn’t want to run. It would bring unwanted attention to him. When he was about ten yards from the man and little girl, he put his bags down. He walked up to the man. The man catching him out of the corner of his eye stood up quickly. He had anger in his eyes. The Guardian walked up, with lightning speed, struck the man square in the middle of his forehead. He had hit the man so hard that his head snapped back. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he hit the ground in solid thump. He lay there like a large sack of flour.
    Looking up at him, the little girl’s eyes, filled with tears were wide with surprise. The Guardian quickly looked around to make sure they weren’t being noticed. He knelt down in front of her gently taking her in his arms. She hugged his neck. He took a hanky out of his pocket and wiped her eyes.
    “There, is that better?” He asked her.
    She just nodded her head yes and smiled.
    An older woman came up and asked, “My Lord, what’s happened here?”
    The Guardian looked at the little girl and winked, “Her father seems to have passed out. Would you mind staying with her while I go get help?”
    “Why no, go ahead, I’ll be right here.” She said as she took the small girl in her arms.
    The Guardian went back to get his things then went to the security inside the store.
    “There seems to be a man who’s passed out in your parking lot over there. You might want to check on him.” He said pointing in the direction of the crowd starting to form.
    He told the wanna be cop where the man was and made his way back to his van. He walked several rows down and around out of his way to avoid being seen. A small crowd was starting to appear and he just wanted to slip away unnoticed. That probably hadn’t been the smartest thing to do but he couldn’t allow that man to beat that little girl like that. He thought about that. If the man was willing to do that out in the open in front of witnesses like that, what must he be doing behind closed doors.
    It was decided right there and then that he would follow them home and see where they lived. This guy may need some of his specialized attitude adjustment.
    After he got into his van, he waited until he could be sure that he hadn’t been noticed. He pulled around so that he could see the small crowd where the man and little girl had been.
    As he watched, he could see