If one were to ask around, they would find that no one would be able to pinpoint exactly when the Commandos first appeared. The truth was that no one quite remembered. At least, no one's stories matched up. Some say that they first uncovered an underground drug ring three years back, rounding up all the leaders with nothing but a six inch knife, a revolver with half a dozen bullets and quick wit. A few people swore that they showed up five years ago, when they tracked down pedophiles and brought them to justice. Some believed that they only showed up around eighteen months ago, when they stopped a major jewel heist in Manhattan. And, according to others, they had always been around, never seen, but always watching. They thought they had been guarding the streets of New York for decades, waiting in the shadows until they were needed. The Commandos had always been there.
And yet, despite seeming like they were always there, no one knew much of anything about them. They never said a word, and never made a sound. Their weapons swiped through the air with no notice, their guns were muffled by silencers, and they seemed to disappear into thin air. Anyone who ever saw them only saw one or both of them for the briefests of moments. Pictures of them were extremely rare, mostly just a blur of black leather and jeans and piercing eyes that blended into their masks. The Commandos dealt in shadows, never appearing in the light of day.