Tomahawk – Chapter 1

“Fuck off, Mr. President.”

Tomahawk “Tom” (Codename: “Hawk”) Abrams slammed the phone down into the receiver. He hated being interrupted at work.

He looked around the office. His manager’s chair—a black mid-back mesh with a large, cracked indent in the leather of the seat—was pulled away from the double-pedestal cherry desk. His manager had left in a hurry. Hawk didn’t wonder why.

He looked up. There were pencils embedded in the popcorn ceiling. Being an utter man-child, his manager had bent...