This is now my start to what should actually be an extremely long recount from 2011-2020 which for some reason, which you will find out in due course, amounts to about 60 years in length.
My name is Leo, also known as Isaac.
I am a war veteran.
Which wars? Well, I had started service as a cyborg in SWA Section 2 in 2011 and if I could proudly say, I was the fastest cyborg that Section 2 had seen.
So, I had seen action in World War 2, and also seen the perspective on both sides; the Allieds and the Axis Powers.
Although I can be seen as a war hero, in truth, I am a thorn in Section 2's side.
Because of some of their lax security measures, my handler had died, and I had been sent to certain death.
Once an experiment, always an experiment.
It began with the new conditioning which was supposed to teach me everything I needed to know about my new weapon and how to use it, but it didn't. Why? Nobody there knew a thing about sniping, extremely long-range sniping. Not even Rico, who was shooting at 400m at the very farthest.
And I had a weapon where I hit my target at slightly over a mile.
I should have gotten a PhD for that, my first try at the weapon, the very first try.
Okay, okay. I had learnt things via theory and all which was all well and good but there was things that I didn't know about.
For example, humidity and wind. I know that not knowing about the wind is inexcusable even for my first shot, but cut me some slack, 'kay?
So, with my HK416, I sludged my way up to a very high place. Probably a hill, but a very high one. But also maybe a mountain. I'm not sure; I just did what I was told.
Peering down my scope of my AS50, I had the Earth's rotation accounted for, his speed accounted for, my bullet speed, the Earth's gravitational pull on my bullet A.K.A. bullet drop and also my breathing but that's irrelevant.
The relevant thing is, I had only met my handler once. And, my target's head which exploded upon my bullet's impact belonged to my HANDLER! Can you believe that? No wonder I didn't get my PhD, but I would have sorely like some praise at the very least.
That was when espionage in the Section was suspected, you know, a spy from Padania stealing cutting-edge technology and changing orders so that anyone who found out about his activities get blown to bits.
And what cutting-edge technology that was, very cutting edge. Makes you bleed 20 years in advance on sight of the god-knows-how-many-generations-early tech.
What that tech was? I'll leave that for next time, the café down the road is going to close, I need some real coffee in me. But no espresso at a time like this in this country of course. I'm not an American.
So, till next time? 'Kay?