Neon Heights: Davis Scott Origin

I didn't always work with assassins, this is all rather new to me actually. They're all great people, but we all know that I'm not in this for the money or because I like it, but because I owe Mr.Miami my life. My name is Davis Scott, and this is my story.
I used to work as an accountant for a business startup, an up and coming vehicle manufactury. I lived a normal life, I had a wife, a decent car, a son... But it all changed on one particular day, I think it really started when I saw that cat. I was walking down the street from the car park to my office, when I came across this black cat. It looked completely ordinary and distracted, I must have startled it or something, but... The moment it flinched, I swear, a train came out of nowhere! It almost crushed me, thankfully I was able to jump out of the way before it did, but I couldn't believe what had just happened! After taking the time to get back up and catch my breath, it was gone, no train, and the cat just walked off as if nothing had happened. I thought I had gone crazy, there wasn't anyone else around that would have seen what just happened besides myself, and I was certain nobody would believe me even if I swore my life on it. So I kept it to myself, and carried on to work like nothing happened, while I tried to make sense of it in my head. Now I'm not sure if I should call myself lucky or cursed on this day, but a few hours in to the day, a pair of gangsters came in to the office and started shooting up the place. Most of us workers were taught to just hide and hope for the best, this was, sadly enough, a common routine in Neon Heights.
"Kyahaha!! I can't believe the Boss is paying us to do whatever we want as long as we get that bitch!" Said one of the men as he wandered the offices breaking whatever he felt like and shooting whoever got in his way.
"Stay focused, Strider! We have one target, you're making a mess!" The other shouted, he looked like more of a cool headed person, certainly taller.
Their steps and destruction grew closer and closer to me with each passing second, my heart trying to break out of my chest before the taller one pointed to me and ordered with a firm tone, "You! Get out and stand up! I want your hands raised!" My blood ran cold, my heart skipping a beat and my breath catching in that very moment. I had no choice but to follow the orders I was given as he asked me a question, "Where is Amber Nash?" I could hardly speak as I sputtered out pieces of sentences started and replaced, I couldn't form a single word.
"Useless! He doesn't know anything! Let's kill him!!" Strider shouted as he raised his rifle to me.
"Dammit... Yeah, this one doesn't know anything. Do what you want..." The taller one said, starting to wander off down the hall past me.
"Bye bye!!!" Shouted Strider before pulling the trigger, one loud bang ringing through my ears as a powerful punch hit my chest, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I instinctively clutched my wound, but there was no blood... and as I stumbled back a few steps, the bullet was there, frozen in mid air as a loud voice echoed in my thoughts, "Pocket Protector."
The taller one stopped in place the moment he noticed I hadn't fallen, the other gangster looking absolutely baffled. In that very moment, my mind made the choice, fight or flight. Without thinking, I charged at the one who shot me, knocking him over and taking him down with me, making sure his gun was well out of the way. The man struggled beneath me for a second or two before I heard a loud snap behind me as he became totally stiff. I couldn't help but turn around to see what had happened, then I saw the taller man's body plummet to the ground with a thud. He had been shot in the chest, by the same bullet that had hit me! I turned around to look at the other gangster to see him completely still, he didn't move at all, completely stuck! As if I had frozen him in time! "Pocket Protector..." I whispered to myself.
And my life was never the same after that day...