>>5681257>>5681268>>5681277Your name is George Armstrong and you were born to an upper crust family as the son of a minor politician and retired federal agent. You're cocky in a fight and can be charismatic when you're not blunt. You fight for the same reason you played the sport. The Thrill. That rush of adrenaline drives you like no other. In a vague ideal, you want to test yourself and overcome your limits and have a sense of patriotism from your childhood and time in the laboratory, but that doesn't define you. Your upbringing was pretty standard, you have a deep respect for your father even if you feel like his expectations to be like him were suffocating, and you're close to your younger brother Jacob, who's obsessed with anatomy and wants to become a doctor despite or due to his autism.
That's your life story, so far. Now, the chronicle can begin...
>Black Site Laboratory, Southwestern USA, Planet Earth, date unknown, time unknownYou wake up on a hospital bed in a familiar room. The injection site. This time they were testing the nanobot's interaction with heavy sedatives. They didn't work, as expected, but doc let you take a nap once he was satisfied with your interview. These are the last few tests, mostly running diagnostics and checking out edge cases. At this point, it's practically a formality. You're done.
Soon you'll be ready for field work. Getting outside and feeling the wind on your skin is an exciting thought. Technically, you're a prototype but the method's been perfected. All that's left is to get results they can show the paper pushers in the Department of Defense. Anything for the USA. It won't be long before you see your folks again. As soon as the egghead gets back here, he can run some more tests and-
>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMAn explosion. You're instantly alert and on your feet. The hallway outside is filling full of smoke and you can hear automatic gunfire. You don't know if it's yours or theirs. Shit. You don't think this a drill. You don't have any weapons on you, just a medical gown. Then again... You don't need any.
>Run toward the gunfire>Cautiously investigate>Run in the opposite direction>Stay put until you receive orders 