What people don't know about me who knows of me, which is only a select group of people is quite shocking. Our government doesn't really send real troops to do this country's dirty work. Special agents called L.A.U.G.H.S; but when things were really above their needs I was sent to relieve whatever thorn was stuck in a powerful figured thumb. I had been working for this organization for my entire life. I didn't care for the lives who I ruined and no did I blink twice about what I did and their consequences. I wasn't the only one who was brought in as a tot, there were hundreds of us, but many were exterminated for the fear of a revolt.
At the beginning of my training scientists poked and prodded and became desperate as I initially didn't pose any special skills. I was small, shy, and then treated like a testing animal when I reached the age of four, or that's how old I think they began the testing.
I am a test subject, K-0738, but was given a civilian name Kira Alexander. The last name was given to me by the General of this organization and who oversees all assignments given to me. This lifestyle is constantly filled with peril and surprise but what choice do I have in this but to follow whatever the General tells me to do.
Now when I began this special assignment never in a million years would I have thought that it would be with a group of people so blind to lack of luxury or any other event away from their norm. Though in the end me interacting with them presented me with an unforgettable opportunity to come to terms with who I thought I was, and what would I become after our interaction.
The day that I got this assignment I was coming back from a mission under the east coast of the U.S. of A. That same day I had 48 hours to freshen myself up, pack the three pairs of clothing that I owned and move to another country across the sea for the mission I had been assigned to. My only concern was even if I ended up attending this place as a male, what would be done if the mission were to be compromised? I was raised without a gender-specific identity, my masculine features are more pronounced than my feminine ones despite having female organs. My thoughts only wavered slightly before revising my assignment and looking at my documents to see where I would stay. It was a surprise that I would, in fact, be staying inside a home, but it seemed reasonable enough.
Once all the necessary things that needed to be done were completed, I decided to visit the only person I actually cared for. He was the Generals' older brother and he was mainly the one who raised me to be somewhat caring for humans. When I managed to reach his office he was no longer there and my life was where it had once started.