A/N: Yes, I realize I have a lot of stories on the go right now, but this one and "Four Brothers" are the only ones I'm currently working on the others are on hold right now as I have no new ideas for them at the moment.

Name: Brandon Caswell

Age: 19

Physical description: 6'8, approximately 250 pounds, dark brown hair, blue eyes

Grandparents: William Caswell, Jane Caswell (both deceased)

Parents: John and Ada Caswell (both deceased)

Siblings: Jenny and Sean Caswell (both deceased)

Trained in: use of ancient weaponry, use of modern weapons, and hand to hand combat.

Other details: Heightened senses of sight, hearing and smell.

The alarm clock's incessant ringing woke me from the first decent sleep I had had in the past few days, so I reached over and smashed it with my fist which caused various little plastic parts to scatter across my dresser.

"Note to self: get a new clock today" I said as I got up. The clock's ringing wasn't the only thing that had woken me up that morning. Outside I could hear cries of joy, air horns going off, and many other noises. I walked over to the calendar to check the date. It was May seventeenth, so whoever was outside did have a reason to celebrate.

Today marked the tenth anniversary of the day that cornerians had been accepted into earth's society. This day however, also had a sad tinge to it as well as it was five years to this day that I lost my parents and siblings. Both my parents and grandparents were government operatives. My grandfather and Grandmother trained me in the use of ancient weaponry from well recognized weapons such as the claymore and long sword to more obscure weapons like the maquahuitl, and the Chinese twin hooks. My parents taught me about various firearms, and explosives. When they heard about the cornerians my parents decided to lobby in their favor. During this time many representatives from the cornerian government visited our house, and I got the chance to become good friends with their children. Despite everything that happened it still surprises me that it was not anti-cornerian lobbyists that killed my family, but common burglars.

Flashback

I was in my room studying diagrams of different firearms such as the L85A2, the HKG36, and the M60, while at the same time making an effort to complete the slightly less interesting homework assigned to me at school when I heard the doorbell ring.

"Brandon, can you get that?" I heard mom yell.

"Yeah." I answered. I went downstairs and looked through the peephole. I saw two men standing on our front porch. One looked to be about thirty with short black hair, a handlebar moustache and blue eyes. The other was approximately twenty five with brown hair, a goatee and green eyes. Both of them were dressed in raggedy looking clothes. They looked out of place in this neighborhood, so I planned on opening the door just enough to speak with them. As soon as I opened the door a crack, the first man kicked it open with such force that it flew back into my face, knocking me unconscious. When I awoke I saw that they had both my mother and father tied up on the floor of the hallway. The one with the black hair then said"Remember, do it exactly the same way as the others." He then pulled out a knife and started stabbing my parents. I tried to scream, but I had duct tape over my mouth and all that came out was a muffled moan. While this was happening the brown haired one went upstairs with a bag. I heard him open up some doors, and start stuffing things in the bag. I then heard him open a door about midway down the hall, and then I heard the cocking of a gun and two loud bangs. I knew what he had done, and felt a tear roll down my cheek but that was not the end of it.

"Mom? Dad?" I heard someone say. I looked down the hall to see my nine year old sister and eight year old brother at the entrance to the kitchen.

'Oh god no' I thought. "Jenny! Sean! Get out of here!" I tried to scream, but they just stood there. Then, the black haired man turned to me and with the most sinister smile on his face said "Don't worry, children love me."

"You sick fucker!" I screamed, "If you hurt them I will fucking kill you! I'll take you and your partner, gut you like fish, and then strangle you with your own entrails, you hear me?" He wasn't paying attention though, he just kept moving towards them. He took them into another room, and by the time he reappeared the brown haired man had returned.

"Let's get out of here." He said. They left, but not before the black haired man kicked me in the head knocking me out again.

When I awoke I was in a hospital bed surrounded by both my friends and friends of my family. They didn't need to tell me my family's fate as I already knew it. When I was discharged days later one of my dad's friends, Dirk McGregor walked me out of the hospital to his vehicle. I asked him repeatedly where we were going, but he wouldn't say. We eventually ended up at a military base just outside of town. Inside we were met by a man who would only identify himself as Bishop.

"Brandon Caswell, welcome to Rainbow Six." He said.

Throughout the next three years I was put through rigorous training alongside a man named Owen Denslow. Initially I resented the Idea of being in Six, but eventually I warmed up to it due to the camaraderie the people of the organization shared with each other. I developed a strong friendship with Owen, who can be quite the comedian when he wants to be. We even went on our first mission together: a GSDW (Government Sanctioned Death Warrant, which is basically when the government pays an operative to kill a target rather than capture them which is known as a GSAW) of a Bermudan diplomat who was actively funding terrorist cells. Since then I had notched around thirty missions under my belt, been moved to a government funded estate, and had my parent's personal armory moved from my old house to the estate.

End Flashback.

I got dressed, ate breakfast, and then walked around the house. I walked into the four car garage and looked over all of the vehicles. The first was a 1970 dodge charger with a HEMI engine. The second vehicle was a Jaguar XKR. Next was a Chevrolet Corvette Z06. Last was a Toyota Supra. All of my vehicles are equipped with various countermeasures to stop thieves and pursuers. The countermeasures include but are not limited to flamethrowers, gas traps, mini rockets, oil slicks, smoke screens, and deployable spike belts. I then ventured out onto the drive way where I park the vehicles I use most frequently: A Cadillac CTS and a Honda CRV.

I walked into my backyard which covers about anywhere between four to eight acres. I moved to the patio which is directly beside the pool and looked around at the lush green grass and the surrounding houses. Then my watch beeped. I looked at it and the text on the screen read "new message." So I went back inside and went upstairs to my office.

The printer had just about finished printing the message when I got there. I picked up the piece of paper and it read "Two o'clock in the alleyway behind Vinita's restaurant. Park one block away in the bus loop parking lot in spot one twenty six. This message will self destruct in ten seconds." I quickly placed the message on a clear space of the desk before it disappeared in a puff of smoke. Two hours later I was ready to leave, but before I left I went to my armory and brought out my .45 Smith and Wesson 99 pistol along with about six extra magazines in case I encountered any trouble. I then got into the CRV and left.

Approximately an hour and forty five minutes later I arrived at the bus loop. I parked in spot one twenty six, and proceeded in the direction of Vinita's restaurant. When I got there I looked around to make sure no one was watching. Once I was sure I went into the alley behind the building where I saw a black Chrysler 300c. I got into the back of the vehicle and waited. A few minutes later two men opened the front doors and got in, then we drove off. The man in the passenger's seat turned around and said "Long time no see Mr. Caswell. Are you ready for your next mission?"

"Good to see you too Mr. McGregor, and I'm always ready for a new mission."