You had always been strange, your professional aim, fast thinking and strength was what made it obvious that you weren't what you said you were. You were either a Spy for the Scars, or a Spy for the WLF... and Ellie could guess which one it was easily. One day you were fixing up a car when you were suddenly thrown against the hood and your arm was forced into an uncomfortable position E- "Your a fucking Spy, WLF... Let me see your fucking arm" Every WLF member got a Tattoo of a wolf on their upper arm. your in a pickle