Chapter One.
Jeff casually walks into the almost prison yard like setting of his occupation. Jeff works for a band of military misfits known as THE DAMNED. He heads straight for his locker room and begins his morning ritual of inventorying his gear and weapons. Green eyes, tattoos, and a short mohawk are the only things that make him look any different than Hei. He is the same build and height, and they share similar faces.
He steps back out into the courtyard and begins a rigorous workout on the many presses and devices scattered thru-out the yard. As he trains on the bench press a bulky, bald, ogre of a man walks up and comes into the spotter's stance of the press. He leans forward and throws his weight downward on the bar Jeff is pushing, forcing the bar onto his chest. With a twisted smile and cocked eyes, the man looks down at the now choking Jeff and mutters in a scratchy tone "The Big Man wants to talk to ya". Jeff clears his through and explodes thru with the rep raising the bar back to its resting spot on the bench. "Well lucky me" Jeff retorts as he begins to head toward the main building of the complex. He walks to the back of what seems to be an out of place business amongst the chaotic outer grounds. Many suits with pamphlets, briefcases, and clipboards stride past Jeff as he heads to the office of his commander.
"What's the mission Chief?" Jeff carelessly says as he pops a squat in one of the many chairs in the office. "Calamity, you have a partner now" Chief Dustin replies with a somber glance. "The fuck are you talkin' bout? I'm a god damn sniper, why in the hell would I need a partner?" Dustin then says "Well most snipers have a spotter right?" Jeff "Well I aint most fuckin' snipers now am I?" Dustin rests his back against the lavish desk chair he is in and looks harshly at Jeff thru his withered and white bearded veteran archetype. "The partner I speak of is a doll, Calamity". Jeff blinks as he leans back and says "Are you talking about an actual doll"? Dustin "Yes, you will have comms with a doll that will give you the distance, elevation, direction, and traveling speed of your targets, along with the humidity, wind speed, and fallout of your shots". Jeff, with a look of awe "They can calculate all of that"? Dustin "Yes, in the heat of the moment, they can give you numbers so exact that a monkey could hit your target". Jeff "I'm in". Dustin "Of course you are" with a smug grin.
