Messier-17

Chapter 1

Patient: M-17

Full name: Amber Ursa Reihnhart

Physical age: 16

Chronological age: 56

Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 124 lbs

Date of birth: November 3rd 1948

Biological family: deceased

Adopted family: Father, Ryder Allen Reihnhart.

Mother, Rexha Lily Reihnhart,

Sister is Athena Orion Reihnhart.

Time of abduction: 1964

Physical state: healthy, legs lost from thighs down due to

explosives, replaced with vibranium and titanium legs made

with automatic heating and cooling system.

Test location: Camp Hero – Montauk Point, NY.

Mission report: 241 completed missions

0 uncompleted missions

Current mission: Eliminate target A

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July 4th 2004

The cool breeze flows through my shoulder-length, red hair as I get into position. I'm preparing to eliminate my target: The CEO of the Bank of America. But his night job; arms dealer.

I peer through the scope of my M24 to see my target walking into a crowded area, conversing with a couple near the center of the room.

He continued walking through the crowd while quickly exchanging pleasantries with nearly everyone he walks by. He made his way onto the small stage and started to speak to the crowd after gaining their attention. I shift my weight; cracking my knuckles and neck before going back to my previous position, lying on the roof of a building next to my target's party flat.

I have the perfect view of the entire party from here, due to the whole wall on this side being one giant window.

A good thirty seconds later, I continue looking at the CEO through my scope. My mission was to eliminate my target as quickly and quietly as possible once he was alone. I'm not sure what he did to piss off PAX, but when I was woken up from my cryogenic sleep, I caught something about a deal being broken, or whatever.

So, here I am, cleaning up yet another one of their messes. The CEO got off the stage after a few minutes of speaking, and makes his way to a table with drinks and finger-food, when someone walks up to him and whispers something in his ear before he once again starts up a short conversation with some other group of people.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was stalling. His hands are faintly shaking, so he's obviously nervous, he can't seem to stop downing drinks every chance he gets, so he's definitely been informed of something. I'm willing to bet I'm that something.

Starting to get impatient, force out an agitated sigh. It's getting annoying how vigorously this man is avoiding his impending death.

Finally, he dismisses himself from the room and leaves the room. As soon as the doors are closed, he quickens his pace to a fast walk and trudges through empty hallways and corridors to a separate room where he paces back and forth,