25-year-old Wes is a slacker who hates his life--with good reason, because it sucks. At work, his ballbuster of a boss lives to torment him in front of his fellow cubedwelling drones. Back home, his skeezy girlfriend is a sexual magnet for everyone except him, including Wes' supposed best friend. No wonder this loser is on his tenth prescription for panic attack pills, which he downs like candy between cardboard meals of vegan tofu wraps. Wes' pathetic excuse for an existence might just as well come to an end and save him a lifetime of prolonged misery. Fortunately for Wes, his life is over--his old one, anyway--and all because of a girl. Enter hot Fox, who crashes into Wes on the business end of a smoking gun. Seems Wes' long-lost and mostly forgotten dad was killed while working for the Fraternity--a centuries-old league of supersensory trained assassins pledged to carry out the unbreakable orders of fate. Their motto: Kill one, save a thousand. Now it's Wes' turn to follow in his father's footsteps and release the caged wolf that's always lurked inside of him. Killing is in Wes' blood, and he trains under Fox and a motley-but-lethal crew that includes the Fraternity's enigmatic leader, Sloan. The neophyte is forcefully pummeled into developing lightning-quick reflexes and superhuman agility. No one said becoming an assassin would be easy. The former slacker is reborn as the golden boy of the Fraternity and Wes starts to relish his new life, even exacting some best-served-cold revenge on tormentors past. But soon, the sweet taste of power sours when he realizes that the intentions of his deadly associates aren't as noble as first presented. As he wavers between newfound heroism and soul-killing vengeance, Wes will come to learn what no one--neither cold-blooded father nor steaming-hot assassin--could ever teach him: He alone controls his destiny.

25-year-old Wes is a slacker who hates his life--with good reason, because it sucks. At work, his ballbuster of a boss lives to torment him in front of his fellow cubedwelling drones. Back home, his skeezy girlfriend is a sexual magnet for everyone except him, including Wes' supposed best friend. No wonder this loser is on his tenth prescription for panic attack pills, which he downs like candy between cardboard meals of vegan tofu wraps. Wes' pathetic excuse for an existence might just as well come to an end and save him a lifetime of prolonged misery. Fortunately for Wes, his life is over--his old one, anyway--and all because of a girl. Enter hot Fox, who crashes into Wes on the business end of a smoking gun. Seems Wes' long-lost and mostly forgotten dad was killed while working for the Fraternity--a centuries-old league of supersensory trained assassins pledged to carry out the unbreakable orders of fate. Their motto: Kill one, save a thousand. Now it's Wes' turn to follow in his father's footsteps and release the caged wolf that's always lurked inside of him. Killing is in Wes' blood, and he trains under Fox and a motley-but-lethal crew that includes the Fraternity's enigmatic leader, Sloan. The neophyte is forcefully pummeled into developing lightning-quick reflexes and superhuman agility. No one said becoming an assassin would be easy. The former slacker is reborn as the golden boy of the Fraternity and Wes starts to relish his new life, even exacting some best-served-cold revenge on tormentors past. But soon, the sweet taste of power sours when he realizes that the intentions of his deadly associates aren't as noble as first presented. As he wavers between newfound heroism and soul-killing vengeance, Wes will come to learn what no one--neither cold-blooded father nor steaming-hot assassin--could ever teach him: He alone controls his destiny.