The Corruption

Never did one think that they could be so afraid yet so excited at the same time. That's exactly how Derek felt when he fired a bullet for the first time, at fourteen years old. He didn't do this on his own, something urged him to go through with it, yet to do this day it's been one of his biggest regrets. Derek's twenty one now, and his will to survive has only expanded through the merciless years of hunger and starvation that has been thrown at him. He's been put in this situation by something unknown, but that doesn't mean he can't use the strength he contains to get out of it.

"You'll live," mumbled Nate, leader of the CPG, Corruption Prevention Group, a wide organization of highly trained special agents that excel in hand to hand combat and long range shooting. Nate is more of a thinker than a speaker, but that gives him the upper hand in system hacking and technical repairs. He's been a member of the CPG for longer than twenty years, though his age is none of our concern."Not without luck," bellowed Liam, a much larger man, older, with a scruffy brown beard and a laugh that can send shivers down your spine. Liam is more brawn over brain, used as hired muscle in the CPG or just a complete distraction, while the more lethal operators take control, such as Kaleigh, a devastating sniper that can make even the bravest of men feel exposed when not hiding behind something bulletproof, devoted to her work and appreciated for it by the CPG.

"I make my own luck, Liam," Derek growled as he narrowed his eyebrows and lowered his gun from the dead body in front of him. "But this place needs it way more than we do."
"As if you could say that after what just happened back in Blackwell-"
"We've been over that, Nate!"
"..Just know who you're bloody talking to."
Derek looked around him and noted his surroundings, a door with a firm metal lever, looks clean enough to use. A ladder bent into place, resting on the wall of the building.