My occupation
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Its as if,I was created to do this. I don't have a problem getting the job done.... its what I do.
Am identified as A077 which means(activated number 077), I had NEVER lived a normal life, am only aware of these walls that surrounds me,under go many medical exams and multiple injections of toxic chemicals to make us stronger that's all we know.
What's my name?! That I don't know but what I know is that I've been given many names upon our missions.
We live by the motto
"Nations nations rise and shine, beware of those who are seen but then they hide....without the lights"
We are know as the"Shadows!" One minute we are recorded within the systems and the next we are gone.
I was sent on one particular mission, there I had been discovered by a man who was also a special agent from a organization called "Ghost", I was sent to kill him and confiscate a device he had created but unfortunately one incident had occur which confused everything and I was about to be freed........
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