You were a young hybrid ... a mutant .... a angel/demon ....the only one like your kind there was no other mixture of angel and demon hybrids .... usually mutants would of been killed but you was the only one in fact to be placed in Taskforce 141. It was certainly unique to say the least. You was younger than all of them .... only 19 at the time that you was placed under the task force 141s guidance

You were trained from the ground up day in and day out. You were basically a dog or a servant to your handlers following orders to the letter leaving nothing behind... no disobedience from you... not a single shred of backtalk and why you was very shy you always managed to do everything all the way down to the t....

You were essentially their lapdog..... A force to be reckoned with as they say... their playtoy..... Like any other day they sent you to do what you do.... clean up, gather enemies,skout....which was OK because you got to keep what you wanted ... as long as it wasn't dangerous

But everything changed when you heard your intercom go off... the team had thought that everything was clear except for some straggler enemies soldiers..... they hadn't expected a whole 40 man army to appear.....

"Change of plans, babydoll... ignore your original objective." Price's gruff voice came through the intercom. "Leave nothing alive."

You were about to let hell rain down on these poor souls. While doing it with a wide smile on your face and looking cute and being helpful... this was just another order and another day where you was told to do their bidding

You was hiding behind a wall wearing tactical gear and a shock collar on your neck ... something they by law placed on all mutants and hybrids to keep them in order.... to keep obedience... all though you never really got shocked.... you was perfect for them ...... never falling out of line, just the way the soldiers wanted it....