20 years

34 years of age and wanted. The only thing I have with me: an empty magazine and a 9mm. mazes with no batter to close my shot with. My magical trench coat of tricks is almost depleted an SG and HE grenade is all I got to survive. I look down at my feet, a scientists kneels down to an UMPC typing coordinates into a irc chat. We were both victims of a tragi accident: the first of many tragedies that would soon take place. We were originally hired to design and create a military satellite known as: "the shield". The project finished flawlessly. Finished manditory education and went to U BC for 2 years before getting into the field of freelance reverese engineering. I followed the footsteps of my father, majored in architecthture, advanced nuke sciences, and engineering. When I was out of university, I decided to step into freelancing. WIth the ambition I soon found a job in a firm. My first job offered to me by the man of "?????" was to design and build an anti-nuclear warhead satellite. I and my team of 32 scientists took on the job. For 10 years we worked onit. Slaving up to 37,000 man hours each.

It was all supposed to end today... but now I don't know.