I don't quite think I have introduced myself just yet.
I am Atlas. Yes Atlas, I was never one for generic names.
I'm six foot something and twenty -two years old.
My story is nothing to special or interesting. I was a former SWAT Agent, this does help my cause in a few ways. I know there ways and means of attack and combat style. One thing that also helps is I know SWAT like to take you with brute force, but I know how to get around it. In other words I am walking intel. I am a pretty good fighter if I can say so, and I have kick a fair amount of ass in the works.
I left that after a while, couldn't fucking stand it. Ever heard the term 'If you're going to do something you might as well do it style'? Well style was nothing they really had, I know that sounds silly, but I joined to kick ass, and take names but it was disappointing. So that's why I joined these guys. I suppose to live the high life.
Murder? A tad insane? Maybe.
Yeah, yeah. Haha! Laugh all you like.
But my story matters none, I suppose.
I know this chapter was a little dire, but you had to find out about this character sooner-or-later but the next one will be better, I promise.
