The Sentinel

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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“...Someone's got to [help him].”

“And that someone's you?”

“I guess so.”

“Why is that?”

Reacher shrugged again. “I'm the one who's here.”

THE SENTINEL

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The Sentinel

THE SENTINEL?

Reacher's general approach to driving was to find someone else to do it. He was capable of operating a vehicle, in a technical sense, The army had provided thorough training. He'd never killed anyone with a car. At least not by accident. He'd never had any collisions, Not unintentional ones. His problem was mainly one of temperament, Good driving called for a balance of action and reaction, speed and restraint, measurement and control. A middle ground, stable and sustained. Reacher on the other hand was built for extremes. His default was to move extremely slow or extremely fast. One moment he could appear languid, lazy, almost comatose. The next he could erupt into a frenzy of action, furious, relentless, for as long as necessary, then relapse into serene stillness until the next threat presented itself.

The Sentinel