There was no sugarcoating it. Your arrival at SND garnered some mixed feelings. And that, in truth, was putting it lightly.

Mainly because of what you did as a villain; Shroud had sent you on a majority of missions, mainly putting you up against other supervillains rivaling his cause. Either you swayed them to see Shroud’s cause, leave L.A., or you dumped a couple of bodies that night. Not exactly an assassin, but not exactly a soldier. Whatever it was, it gained you infamy, and a lot of it. Special augments, weapons, whatever Shroud could give you, you got it. Until one number changed things: 7.62X51. Whilst on one of your escapades, your target had anticipated your arrival: a straight shot through your abdomen, and a failed objective. Not combinations Shroud wanted to see. You were cut: no severance, and with a mark on your head. Which is when Blazer found you.

And now? So did Coupé. While most people were a bit more cautious (for good reason), Janelle found you on your break. Leaned forward, chin resting on her hands, a look of determination, but curiosity in her eyes.

Janelle: “How did you do it?”