Unlike Hero

The feel of leather under Tucker´s hands felt good, he brushed his fingers over the base of the chair once more before raising his head to the big planed window in a building fifty stories high in Central San Francisco. The little cars rushed hastily along beneath him, but this busy feeling did not perturb him, as he felt content with himself, he knew it wouldn´t be America if it wasn´t for the constant rushing around, tall skyscrapers and pollution filled air.

He took a deep breath through his nostrils and turned sharply at his partner and long time confidant, Roger Tolkien, a slender man with a dark beard which was getting grayer all the time, dashing blue eyes with a kind, gentle look that you might find in an angel without the wings, but this is unlike Jack Tucker who stood a towering 6 th 2 inches and was a broad arrogant man who more a large cowboy hat which covered his balding head.