June 20, 2014

June 20, 2014~
Today was interesting. I got into a sparring match with one of Josh’s agents, a guy called John Callaway. I asked around and everyone agreed he’s the best martial artist in Josh’s group. Sounds like he was in the Rangers and CIA, so I guess he kinda had to be. I asked him if he wanted to spar a bit on his morning break, and he agreed. Let me tell you, he’s one helluva fighter. But he’s never had much street experience. I pulled one of Josh’s “technique switches” and started with karate, switched to good ole’ American boxing, added a dash of Japanese kickboxing, and ended with a nice dropkick. John was good, but I was better.
But of course Josh had to walk in and show me up. He challenged me to spar with each of us armed with one of those Japanese Sais he carries with him. Of course, the fight was short and I lost. I really need to work with knives, I can use a bow staff and am fairly good with a sword or longer blade, and of course I was a sniper in the Marines and can use a gun better than most Army, Navy, or Marine experts. But give me a knife and I can basically throw it, I suck at knife fights.
I spent the rest of the day wandering around with the off-duty agents and even did some reading in Matt’s big library. I know, Nathan Wolv reading, right? Well it was “Dracula”, so that tells you something. I met up with Josh at his place that night. I guess it wasn’t that bad of a day.

June 19, 2014

June 19, 2014~
Ever have a day where you were just bored out of your skull? Like you wanted to take your gun and let a bullet rattle around your brain just ‘cause it was the only thing to do at the time? Today was like that.
At least, until tonight. I sat up late ‘cause of my head. I might have already told you this before, but when I was in Africa I got shot in the head. Just grazed, mind you, but it knocked a few more things loose and they aint been the same since.
Wait, have I told you about Africa? Well, I guess I got a minute, not like I got a lot of other crap to tell yah about. Well, after September 11th they sent an invasion force in on like March 20th of 2002. Well in 2006 the US Gov. gets the bright idea of pulling all our boys out of Iraq, and lettin’ them fend for themselves. Some bull about it costing too much and we were losing to many troops over there.
Anyways, we pulled out and left them defenseless, with no government or any of that. So Iran gets a great idea, an’ they step in and help them set up a new government that is being funded by the Iranians, and just happens to be loyal to them too. Iran then gets Iraq, Egypt, Syria, an’ Jordan to all gang up on Israel in a big ol’ attempt to wipe Israel off the map. Israel, bein’ an ally an’ all, sends an SOS to the United Nations, but those jerks in Iran expected that, and tell the UN that if they send any missiles or ships at them then they will nuke the US and some other UN members with some nuclear weapons they dug up somewhere.
So the Un decides to send in invasion forces, and they assign different members to take care of different countries. The United States got the short straw and was told to neutralize Egypt. By that time me and Josh had both joined the Marine Recon, and we got sent into Egypt on like April 14th of ’06.
Yeah, so I got shot trying to defend Cairo from angry Arabs, and my head aint been the same since.
Anyways, I was up all night, an’ about 2:00 AM Josh woke up, mad as Hell, with another nightmare. He gets them every once in a while. He relives the day his family was killed an’ tries to save them, but he always gets there to late. Then he can’t sleep the rest of the night.
So we sat up a bit, talked about beer, women, pain, deep stuff. Then he got a call from the big house that they thought someone was sneaking around the grounds. So me an’ Josh went to check it out.
Josh took one look at the security camera playback and headed out. He told everyone to stay there, and that one Agent Lucy almost didn’t listen. But I set her straight and saved her from getting her head bit off by Josh.
I still don’t know who or what he saw out there, but I think it was Scarlet. Either her or Wraith, but I don’t think Wraith would come all the way out here when the Board is located in NY.

June 18, 2014

June 18, 2014~
Made it to Wash DC today. Found Josh at Matt’s place, he’s got a big mansion. I guess that’s to be expected for a president. Josh looks like Hell, I guess he got shot last night and preformed one of his self-serve operations to get the bullets out. But he killed Trissex, the SOB that gave me the scar running down my face. Couldn’t have happened to a nastier person.
Met Matt’s daughter, Lexy. Josh is in for a Helluva time, Lexy looks just like Mariah. Except she’s younger… and not dead… But I don’t think Josh told her she looks like his dead wife.
Matt’s as prim an’ proper as ever, if it wasn’t for the fact there was an assassination attempt on his kid the night before an’ I’m one of the best choices to keep her safe, I don’t think he’d let me stick around. But as long as he don’t kick me out and he keeps the tequila comin’ he can complain and gripe all he wants and I won’t care.
Met Lexy’s cousin, Gwyn Nettleson. Cute girl. I think she likes me, but she isn’t my type. She’s a bit to proper, I think she’s the type who expects you to always be the nice, romantic Prince Charming. Well Prince Charming was a bloody fraud, and I wouldn’t be one if I was paid in tequila and Jack Daniels.
Anyways, they set me up in Josh’s little place just behind Matt’s mansion. Josh had to go do some stuff, so he had his second-in-command Lucy Vale escort me to the house. She’s a nice girl, but a Fed. So I don’t think we’ll get along to much. Especially if she were to hear I’ve spend the years since I left the Marines playing bounty hunter and assassin for the highest bidder.
Then again, Josh kinda did that too, what she would think about that….

June 17, 2014

June 17, 2014~
On the road, damn tired. Need nap.

June 16, 2014

June 16, 2014~
Damn, I hate gangs. So I literally cut my trip back in half with the help of that Honda. I got into New York somewhere around midnight, an’ I decided to take a little detour through some side streets to avoid the traffic. Well I ran into some whannabe thugs from the Rebel gang, some bald dude and his buds. An’ of course they decide they want me to pay a toll, an’ of course I wasn’t about to. So they decided to try and take me, idiots…
OK, so back about 3 years I was in Deadwood, South Dakota (I just love up in the Dakotas/Montana area), and I ran into a group of those Hell’s Angels. There were about ten of ‘em and they weren’t even that much of a problem. The Rebels almost weren’t worth it. The only thing that made any of them dangerous was the fact they were wavin’ knives and chains around and had no idea how to use ‘em. The phrase “ice cube’s chance in Hell” came to mind.
I think Scarlet’s following me. Someone put a red-fletched crossbow dart through one of the Rebel’s hands and kept him off my back. Scarlet makes her own bolts, and I recognized the dart I pulled from the punk’s hand as one of hers. But I didn’t see hide or red hair of her, but I’m pretty sure she is (or was) nearby. Maybe she’s hooked up with Wraith; he’s made NY his stompin’ grounds for the time being.
Anyways, I’m gonna be riding hard for the next day or so, I’m gonna see how fast I can make it to Washington DC. So I prob won’t write anything until I get there.

June 14, 2014

June 14, 2014~
Arrived at Josh’s house this morning, he wasn’t home. Might explain why he hasn’t been answering the phone. My Harley died on his driveway; I guess I was lucky to get that far.
I left Josh a message on his cell, I don’t know if he’ll get it though, or at least, if he’ll get it in time. I found a paycheck with the President’s seal on it, guess he’s working for the President now. An’ considering the Prez is our old buddy Matt Gold, I guess it makes sense. I borrowed a P.22, some ammo for both the .22 and my 45, a MP7 and ammo, and some tequila from Josh’s house. I left my Harley behind his garage and borrowed that Honda street bike I’ve always liked. I don’t think he’ll mind. His baby, that Ninja 3 cycle, is gone from it’s place in the garage, so he’s got a ride. An’ I made sure to lock the place up before I left.
Damn, I need a nap.

June 12, 2014 (Part 2)

June 12, 2014~
‘K, I normally am goin’ to only write once a day, if at all, unless something big happens. Well, something big happened.
So, I ran into an old friend (I say “Friend” as in “I wanna rip out his guts and hang him from the Empire State Building). You remember Firelighter? His more common name is Pyros Lite, but even that isn’t his real name. He’s a professional arsonist in the pay of Regent Taske, Josh’s vindictive Uncle. (Hey, there’s a word for yah, “Vindictive”, it means cruel and spiteful or something. I got it from Wraith a while back). To get on with what I was sayin’, I ran into ol’ Pyros and it turns out it wasn’t really an accident on his part.
Yah see, I’ve said that Josh’s family ran the biggest crime job in the US, and one of the biggest in the world. And ‘course, like in any empire, the rulers want their kids to take on the leadership when they kick the bucket. Well Josh didn’t want no part of that, and I stuck with Josh. We ran off and joined the US Marine Corps, did a damn good job too. ‘Fact, we even made it to Marine Recon, which I guess is a pretty important thing around there. To top it all off, sometime in ’03 Josh marries this doctor chick named Mariah DeTrello, which ticks the ‘rents off even more. So Josh’s vindictive (there’s that word again) uncle Regent hires an assassin to go and kill Josh’s wife an’ his little girl, Mara. Mara was only five or so at the time, and that SOB Regent arranged the hit to happen the moment Josh got home from the Marines. Well, Josh got mad as hell at the Board (that’s what the group of crime bosses who run the Taske empire are called). Josh got me, Scarlet, Wraith, and a few other powerful-but-loyal buddies and started exterminating all the Board employees he could get at. We hunted Board members for about two years, and even though we didn’t get ‘em all, or even half, we did enough to set them back both financially and in manpower so they are still recovering.
Now where was I… Oh yeah, that fire-happy nutcase Pyros. So, it seems that Regent got the Board to approve goin’ after me an’ Josh again. From what Pyros told me as he tried to pull my head off was that there was a pretty big reward for us alive, and an even bigger one for us dead.
Yeah, great day. So now I’m on my way to Oregon to warn Josh that his Uncle’s released the dogs again. Man is he gonna be pissed….
‘Ah know what you’re thinkin’, you’re thinkin’ “Nathan, what the hell are you goin’ there for? Graham invented this thing call a phone, yah know!” Well, Josh aint answering his cell, and he’s never really used his house phone. ‘An besides, I haven’t visited the sonuvagun for a while, so I’m due for a visit.
Only problem, my Harley is kinda actin’ up, so Josh better be home ‘cause I’m probably gonna have to wheel the damn bike the rest of the way.

June 12, 2014

June 12, 2014~
So, this is a new journal. I filled my last one with ravings an’ rantings about beer, girls, guns, an’ cars. An’ while I can’t guarantee less of the beer, guns, an’ cars, I can promise less swearin’… an’ maybe less about girls… we’ll see about that one.
So anyways, new journal…. crappy New Year’s resolutions about cleaner journals…. Oh yeah, I moved to New York. Did I tell you that before? I don’t think so, but if I did, sorry, get over it. I might repeat some stuff I put in my last journal, not ‘cause (as Scarlet might tell you) I let the beer get to my head, but ‘cause I don’t give enough of a damn to remember. Besides, you have to either be stone drunk or in a mental ward to read my journals anyways, right? Right.
So, I moved to New York. I haven’t been here in awhile. I wonder if the body of that SOB that shot Kay is still in the dumpster…. Nah, they empty those things like weekly… I think. Did I tell you about Kay? I met him in Portland when I was like 5 or something. He was a big black Lab with a bad eye, an’ I tell yah, that dog stuck with me like no one else ever has. Except maybe Josh….
But yeah, we moved to New York when I was about 9, an’ a guy who was a member of the “Tats”, the gang-at-large at the time, shot Kay for the hell of it. I shot him back an’ left him in a dumpster off Times Square. I was on the run for about a week or two, then I met Josh Taske an’ he an’ his family took me in an’ raised me. I didn’t find out until later on that Josh’s family was the biggest thing in the crime world since Capone or the Mafia. I think Josh said once his family was like kissin’ cousins with the Russian Mafia… I dunno. An’ we didn’t find out until much later how big a bunch of badass double-crossers Josh’s family was. An’ we never knew that his folks would end up being such a pain in the ass for so long.
I should probably get back on track, eh? So, New York…. Yeah, I moved. Now you know; good for you.

Introduction by the Author

Sometimes you run into writer's block. Especially when you are working on a long story or book. So, how do you get around writer's block? It's easy:

With every story, you have to have characters. Each character (if written well) has their own personality and their own history and their own take on life. So pick one of your more interesting characters and elaborate on them. You can go as far back as you want into their history, you can go into their future, or you can write about their side of the story you are currently writing.

So, for those who have been keeping up with the "Taske Force" story (http://taskeforce.blogspot.com/), here is a take on it by Nathan Wolv. Nathan is the violent and wild best friend of Josh Taske. In "Taske Force" you first see him puttering up to Josh's driveway on a dying motorcycle, looking to warn his best friend that Josh's uncle is out to kill him again.
But where was Nathan before that? Throughout the story you hear little tidbits about him and his past from Scarlet, Wraith, and Josh, but what is his take on his life?

So, I decided to write "Taske Force: Nathan's Journal". The personal account of the events in "Taske Force" from the eyes of the Wolf himself.

So read, and enjoy.