Have any of you wanted to make an origin story for your favorite agent? Or am I just silly for doing so :confused:
In any case, I just wanted to share my thoughts.
My main agent goes by the nickname Sandra "Pellets" Henderson.
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She's a Hyena defector, who got tired of doing nothing but bad things. She always wanted to do good for her family, friends and others, and has secretly been recruited into SHD. But when they all caught the Dollar Flu and either died or got sent to quarantine on Roosevelt Island, she became isolated, alone in a big city. This led to severe depression, and made her very restless. One day while she was out roaming the streets, in place of something better to do, she came across some people that were seemingly spraying weird grafitti on some walls. Though when she approached them, one of them pulled out a sawed-off shotgun and shot her in the face. The group of people were part of a newly formed street gang called the Hyenas. They brought her back to their hideout, and a medic took care of her, and nursed her back into form. Though the cure had a side effect, and she got into a spice addiction which lasted quite a while. She got to work for the Hyenas as a spice dealer, and got some basic grenade and weapons training, so that she could defend herself on the streets (a thrower archetype if you will), though she never killed any innocent people. She had a strong-willed mind. A few months passed, and after hearing about the White House being turned into a headquarter for SHD, she wanted out of the Hyenas. But that would be easier said than done. She had a plan, but that involved a lot of cunning actions. She caught wind of a shipment of equipment from New York was to arrive by truck later that afternoon. That was her way out.
She snuck under the truck, and made sure she hanged on for dear life. Eventually, the truck stopped, and she could finally catch her breath. In the distance, she could see the city lights, knowing that she would be free from the Hyenas. But now she had bigger issues. The truck she hitched a ride on was owned by some company calling themselves Black Tusk, and the men inside the truck had spotted her. They went after her for a while, but eventually, they must have lost track of her, because they just went away without a trace. Sandra then passed out from exhaustion, and when she woke up, she found herself in a small community by the seaside. A Division agent had found her in the woods, and brought her to safety. After realizing she was in a safe space, she broke down and started crying. It felt good, and it cleared her mind from the bad thoughts. She eventually reached out to the SHD agent stationed at the settlement, and told the agent who she was. She immediately got handed a watch and special contact lenses, and was told to come along. Still in her Hyena outfit, she did not raise any suspicion as the stationed agent has not been briefed on the situation in DC yet. The training was hard, but she perservered, and perfected her skills.
When the call came, she was ready to take DC back. She sought redemption for the bad deeds she was doing for the Hyenas.
After taking down one lieutenant after the other, and eventually the Council itself, she felt a rush of relief flowing through her. It was finally over!
She kept wearing Hyena clothing as a reminder to not do the same mistake again. Next time she saw Hyenas, she would observe them from a distance, then deciding what to do with them.


