TWO operative descriptions and origins:

Jekyll-

Shark balistic mask with teeth curving upward into a smile, red paint around the teeth. Wears TWO issued spec ops gear with an 'apocalypse' tattoo on his left arm. His primary is an M1 with ACOG sights, speacil explosive ammunition and with the muzzle customized to look like a skull with a bayonet underneath that folds outwards.

His secndary is an AK-47 decorated with 'Day of the Dead' decals, a dual drum magazine with a foregrip and backup rgular bannana clips, like the M1 it also has a bayonet and a cusomized skull muzzle. His pistol is a Falcon .50 pistol with skull ingravings.

A K-bar knuckle duster WW2 era knife memory from his grandfather, and a Roman Gladius short sword that he obtained from a venture in Roman-Germanian ruins in the German Black Forest.

Hyde-

He wears a Minotaur skull themed mask with cracked paint features along the 'bone' with horns pertruding forward the front, TWO issued Extractor gear, and the 'Death' themed tattoo on his left arm. His primary is a M-KAR assualt rifle with a balistic shield mounted on the guns frame near the barrel, a grenade launcher has it's place underneath the barrel, with a dual drum magazine feeding the weapon it's lead, back up regular magizines on his vest.

A S-12 auto shotgun with a foregrip loaded with Dragon's breathe ammo sit's pretty on his back, a .44 Magnum makes it's home on a holster in front of his vest. A bowie knife on his left hip and a bolo machete rests midway between his back.

Jekyll and Hyde are both brothers, Jekyll being a full minute older than his brother; they were the sons of a Koisher deli owner in Madison Wisconsin area. Both of them were big horror icon fans and gravitated towards politics and government, primarily the military since their family had strong ties to the armed forces spanning to the first American Colonies.

One night after watching a driv-in movie showing of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde with a couple of friends they came back to their father's deli to find it broken into and a fire starting up, they found their father beaten near death and dragge him out as fast as they could before the whole building caught ablaze.

As they stayed with their father his hospital room he told them that lieutenants from the Russian mob tried to find an important document that he had secretly hidden from his exploits during the cold war. He gave them key that was in a hiden compartment in his shoe and told them to go to his safety deposit box. There they would find a file in Russian and to call the number inside of the box asking for a man named Rios and to say, "The Old Bird has been clipped."

Taking his words with the utmost seriousness they traveled to the bank and retrieved the items within the locked box. On their way back to the hospital a car smashed into by an SUV, they lost the file to the perputrators but still had the number.

One of the brothers awakens on the driver's side, "My fucking head... the fuck happended? Oh shit, Benyamin! You okay bro?" the brother slowly pushes himself off of the wheel hissing as the pain from the blow began to make itself known, looking to his right he noticed his brother waking up the same way but he had some glass in his face.

"Shit bro don't move." Benyamin clenched his teeth feeling the pain mainifest in his face but abie to his brother's words.

"Fuck! Amos, what the fuck is in my face?!" He tries to reach his face but his brother keps his hands down.

"Ben just, just hold still and wait for the," He looks back and sees that the file is gone, "motherfuckers, they took the godamned file."

Sirens wailed as they came closer to the pair, "I took picutures of the inside before we left." Benyamin opened his eyes slowly, wincing as blood went down the bridged of his nose, "Amos just, just call that guy... uh Rios! Just call him!"

Amos pulled out his phone and dialed like his fingers had purpose and waited as it started ringing, "Hello? Is this uh, R-rios?"

A gruff voice coughed on the other end, "Who the fuck is this and how'd get my cell?" The tone made Amos jump at the demanding authority that the voice carried.

"My father said to call you that the, 'Old Bird has been clipped?' that mean anything to you?" He was met with silence, and the occasional murrmuering on the other end, the paramedics and police arrived finally and were making their to the trapped boys, "We'll be there in a couple of hours."

"Wait what? Who the fuck are you and how do you know my dad!?" The dull tone of the other caller filled Amos's ear, "Fuckers!" Slamming his fist against the arm rest Amos began to simmer down, he knew that things were only begining.

While being loaded into an ambulance a detective from the Madison Police Department informed him that his father, Abraham Engel, had succumbed to his injuries during his surgrey.

The news struck both boys like lighting, rage began to boil in their blood, hate clouded their minds; their father did nothing wrong and now he was dead, what ever was in that file meant somthing to their father, for it to cost him his life meant that it was dangerous. And that there is going to be hell to pay.

Not more than five hours later was Benyamin released from surgery with face wrappings on his right side, Amos wheeled him to the cafiteria. They sat there staring into emptiness, the police had been there earlier to ask questions about the accident but both brothers agreed to claim they knew nothing.

Amos pondered more on his abrupt phone call with Rios, trying to figure out how in the world did he know his father and what was so important about that file? His father was a paratrooper, what would he have that was so damn important?

His answer walked right through the door, in the form of two very mean looking men. To make sure he was right he dialed Rios's number and sure enough one of the larger men pulled a ringing phone out, "You abe's boys?"

Amos and Ben glared silently at the men, taking in the details of their scars and tattoos debating wether or not they could be trusted; Amos took his brother's phone and scrolled though the pictures til he had the files contents.

"Who are you guys? How'd you know our dad?" The larger of the two presumely Rios took a seat across from the Engel boys and clasped his hands together and seemed to be looking them over.

"I know you boys are angry, and that you want answers. You deserve them but we need to know where that file is."

"We don't have it, the person that hit us took it." The looks on the men's faces dropped, they began to take a colder outlook, "But Ben took pictures of the document, before you see them I want to know what you know."

Rios was impressed, these were Abe's boys, tough yet they are obviously not idiots. Interesting, "Your dad was a member of a speacial operations mission that occured during the eighties to combat the USSR's experimental science that could've possibly been the turning point of history and that file on your phone contains details of its location and the notes from the original scientist himself."

Amos and Benyamin sat there staring with their mouthes agape, "We met him a good decade or so back, he had tracked us to our organization's headquarters and explained that he was hiding from a group called 'Red Storm' remnants of the scientst's research team and communist extremists that believe that the contents of that file will bring them the world on a siver platter."

The other man speak up, "Basically some G.I. Joe bullshit times ten." Amos and Benyamin looked at each other, this is what their father was doing? Espionage? Everything started to makesense, all the times they moved, all of the physical prowness he demanded from them both and all of the extra lessons he had them take. He was preparing them for this day, he knew this would happen.

"Mr. Rios." He raised his brow to Benyamin, who for the first time started to speak, "They took everything from us; our home, and the only family we have in America. If we give you this information, we want their lives!"

Rios and Salem looked at each other and then to the boys, "Don't you have school?"

Amos looked Rios directly in his eyes, peering into each others souls, all Rios could see was rage, "We skipped a year in middle school and we're skipping our last year, we're seventeen and we want their heads... We nothing holding us down any more and those bastards will bleed rivers of crimson."

A smile creeped onto Salem's face, there is defiantly potential with these two. When he first walked into the cafiteria he expected two crying push overs, but these two had murder in their eyes, physiques that would meet the stress TWO has to offer. Leaning forward with a smile, "Are you boys saying you want to join TWO?" As expected he earned confused looks, "Trans World Operations, a 'private' contaractor organization."

The Engel brothers turned awa from Salem and Rios for a moment, they turned around with blood thirsty grins on their faces, "Where do we sign?"