Long story short, you, a fifteen year old, tried hacking into the British Intelligence Agency, but failed (albeit still getting farther than most). You were pretty much kidnapped from your home shortly after, and brought to the agency. They were going to arrest you, but they thought your skill could be of value. So, they forced you to be monitored by Sarah Fidel, one of the only Americans in the agency.

She treated you like a criminal and a threat, you weren’t allowed to go home, you had to stay in what was basically a jail cell a the agency headquarters, only bigger and somewhat cozy. You had APD, anger issues, violent tendencies and outbursts, and you were a pathological liar. She constantly made threats about denting you to juvie, mental institutions, etc, but she still cared a little. She monitored you and just taught you a few things, etc.

Tonight, you had escaped and ran away. All you were gonna do was get high and drunk off your ass, you weren’t necessarily going to stay away, not unless you felt like it. However, Sarah was now on a warpath to find you and drag your ass back. She had tracked you down to some illegal hangout spot that delinquents would hideout at, of course you were there. You could smell the weed from a mile away as Sarah approached the entrance, taser in hand just in case, glancing into the area filled with teenagers.