Director's Origins

⚔︎That's When We Need Each Other⚔︎

As time went on, Conner and Damian banded closer together after that day. The truth was still something that weighed Conner down and it wasn't something he would be proud of or like at all.

Regardless of it all he still hated the fact of Jones kicking Damian out onto the streets. More truth had come out and Damian explained he hadn't spoken to his mother in years and she left him with very little, by the time it all ran out he was left homeless. Trying to find some type of work and a place to sleep at night, that was when Christina roped him in with the promises of having shelter and safety.

He admitted it wasn't in his best judgment but he decided on staying afterword. Now the both of them knew they couldn't really leave. Which was the CIA's intentions to begin with. They knew that but to them, each other's safety was more important than having the CIA string them along like puppets.

Conner wanted to try his best to prove that he was much more than his temper. In training, he tried to learn to channel his anger and only let it out when necessary. It wasn't an easy task at all. No, matter how hard he tried.

Conner was a target to the other agents thanks to his height and the way he spoke. Being shorter than the average and his thick New York accent the others were quick to get under his skin. Finding it funny to poke at him and try to get a rise out of him.

Luckily, and by some great miracle, he managed to let the words roll right off of him. The words were harsh and sometimes even downright cruel, but soon enough he blocked out the voices and focused on becoming a better fighter. He still admired how great of a fighter Damian was and wanted to be just like that. He fought with his head first and kept his calm while doing so to stay focused. The complete opposite of how Conner used to fight.

Still, Conner tried to channel his anger and pushed down his temper. Making it so he controlled it and not the other way around. It wasn't at all what Christina wanted to see from him, she wanted to see him fly off the handle and lose it. But, that wasn't what he wanted or liked to do, so he did the opposite.

It annoyed her and he could tell, but it wasn't like he cared. He wanted her to lose interest in him so that she would get over wanting to turn him into some killer.

The most overwhelming thing in training happened to be shooting and target practice. The first time Conner held a gun he nearly broke the thing and when he shot it, his ears rang for hours. Damian, on the other hand, loaded the gun in second, pushed off the safety and cocked it all in one swift motion.

Conner became once again impressed and slightly envious, but Damian showed Conner how to do it. It took many, many, many tries but before they both knew it, Conner learned how to use the gun.
After that came staff training, and Conner was a natural at that. Then learning to use crossbows, the larger range in guns, how to unhook and throw a bomb, blade throwing and whipping, and so many other techniques in weaponry.

Some trials went smoothly and other times it went to hell. There were days where Conner left with different injuries he had inflicted on himself while trying to get the hang of a weapon. He went to bed with different cuts, bruises, dings, and scrapes. He even managed to give himself a black eye from whipping the staff back so hard the damn thing cracked him right in the face. Baker called quits early that day.
When it came to gym time and working out, it wasn't much of a challenge.

The workouts were much more intense than what he was used to but it was something that made his mind wander so he didn't mind it too much.

In no time Conner was becoming and looking more like an actual agent like Damian was when they first met. His physique had changed, his coordination got quicker, and his mindset became sterner and focused.