November 6th, 1971. I was doing hard time for selling dope. I aint saying it like I'm proud of it, but back then there wasn't much a nig..excuse me can't use that word, a black man could get ahead in the world. I was running shit smooth too. I had dealers working for me, hoes out on the street and even a few legit businesses. Motherfuckers got me on tax evasion and when they started digging they piled up so many charges I was never gonna see the light of day, I got six lifetime sentences and I was only 22.
My future wife? Well she was in for espionage. She was working for the Chinese and at the same time lining her pockets by working for the North Koreans and when she decided to stay in America, her own country led the feds to her door. Turns out, she was born and raised in Philli, half chinese-korean and fluent in both, so when the feds dug deep into her shit for extraction, she was actually quite happy they found out she was American, because the Chinese would have had a field day with that ass if they turned her over to them.
It was my second year in the clink, I was doing a lot of reading and shit when this guy in a suit comes up to me and says he can get me out if I serve my country for ten years. The first thing I was thinking was the Army or something like that. I had a cousin who was in the service and the dude didn't even have time to finish what he was saying before I said hell yeah.
Turns out it wasn't the Army, it was something a whole lot deeper than that. The Office of Extra Terrestrial Affairs, it was like top secret to the top secret shit and it seems I had the right make up to be one of their agents. They explained that only 1 out 700 or something like that survived what they were going to do to me, but if I did survive, I'd be more than what I was and I figured if I was going to die in prison better to do it young and look good at my funeral, you know what I'm saying?
That's where I met the missus. Seems she had the right 'make up' too. Which is this weird number they get by adding a bunch of biology shit together, Katrina (that''s what they renamed her) can break it down better than I can, but whatever. We was both there.
They put nine of us in this room together and she was the only chick and of course the other guys were like me but had been in there longer and when the guards closed the door, they all figured they were gonna get some fortune cookie.
Two minutes after the door shut, me and her are backs up against the wall knocking mother fuckers out and shit when the gas started pumping in. The shit was glowing red and when it hit the first guy, he started foaming at the mouth and shit. The stuff creeped real slow like and we managed to kick the other guys into the fog watching them choke then it was our turn...nowhere to go, she looked at me and kissed me. The gas hit and I remember the pain and then the world went black.
Me, Kat and this other dude, Tommy White, woke up six days later, everyone else was dead. The feds didn't expect any of us to live and they ended up with three. The gas changed us, made us stronger, faster, tougher than regular folk. We could heal almost instantly, like comic book shit and we owed the government years.
I ended up working with a covert mop we'd go in and clean up places around the world that needed cleaning. They say covert, but weren't nothing covert, we'd go in, blow shit up, kill motherfuckers, leave no witnesses and leave and I aint just talking enemy countries, shit I think I did more 'cleaning' in countries we were supposed to be tight with than the ones we aint and after ten years, hell I was loving this shit, I signed up for some more.
Every now and then I'd bump into Kat. She did stuff like stealthy sneak and grab shit or just fuck some dude to get secrets, I don't ask about what she does in detail, some shit you just gotta let it be. I hit it a few times but it wasn't nothing serious it was just fucking, you know what I mean? We had like this bond, I used to think it was because she fucked for work and it was her way of saying thanks for way back when, but turns out I was wrong. It was in 93 we got all serious, got hitched in 95 and we still kept doing what we do. Some people might be thinking "You're wife gets fucked for a living" and yeah they're right but she's doing it to keep America free, it's a job and compared what I do....I aint the pot to be calling anyone's kettle black.
We had a kid in 97, another one in 99 before our bosses decided to tie her tubes to make sure their number one 'stealth' agent wasn't out of commision for months at a time and since we didn't want anymore, we agreed...mistake number 1.
Shit was good until someone blew up all the places that made folks like us, killed anyone that knew how it worked and destroyed all the data. Everyone knew it was an inside job but the government was afraid that's when we decided to get out. Mistake number 2.
You see there were less than 50 of us still around and kicking and they tried to keep us in by offering raises and shit but we wanted out and nothing was gonna stop us. We were sure that last day we walked out the base, hand and hand that they were gonna kill us before we got to the door, they didn't.
It was two days later when some suits came knocking on our door and we went with them. Our third and worst mistake. Turns out they were planning to kill us, but someone got to them first. The place was torched, shit so bad bones were ash and they couldn't even tell how many had died, of course they figured it was me who did the shit but after hours of questioning and checking through a security cams (you'd be surprised how many they got around everywhere) they let us go home.
When we got home our the fire department was there. Me and Kat rushed in and found our youngest, Scott, dead tied up with chains, we searched around for Casiopia before the firemen came in and drug us out. Most of our security shit was burned up, but one camera was out in the backyard, like someone wanted us to find it...that someone did.
We watched the tape. We watched as this asshole came into our home, killed our son and took our daughter, we kept watching for some kinda clue as to who it was but whoever it was...he was like us, but more. You see our kids got some of our mojo too and for someone to take them down so fast while holding the camera steady, he had to be more than very skilled.
So now we're back working for the government. Since the project that made us was pretty much wiped out, the government has a new way of spitting out what they call OTH's (other than human), but we aint the only ones. Our job now is to destroy rogue programs while the feds try to find our daughter, I aint stupid I know somebody knows something but right now this seems the only way we'll get our little girl back, but Jesus help the motherfuckers behind this shit, because when we find out, the devil aint gonna have shit on the type of evil I'll be raining down on these motherfuckers.
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