The Red Ledger
Some people measure life in hours. Days. Weeks. I measure mine in kills. A covert military mission gone wrong robbed me of my memory and any link to my past. This is my existence now. I execute and survive. Nothing more, nothing less. I was ready to write Isabel Foster’s name in my ledger of unfortunate souls until she uttered the one word that could stop the bullet meant for her. My name.
Young Jacob Fletcher, whilst unsure of his parentage, did know that as an apprentice he couldn’t legally be seized by the press gang. But this particular gang couldn’t actually read the rules. And didn’t care anyway.