Matt Geller fixed his single eye on the photo of his sister. The Chief of police had said they could not find her killer. That they had exhausted all their resources in their attempts to find the man who had butchered her, left her dismembered body for Matt to find.

Matt knew they hadn’t done all they could, that they were holding something back. He was going to find her killer, and he was going to make him pay.

Matt slashed with his machete, slicing through the practice dummy. He vented his built up anger on its cotton flesh, ripping it to shreds. Soon all that remained was a mangled pile of fabric. Chest heaving, Matt stood straight and left his training room. He moved into his office and stared into the mirror.

A different face than Matt was used to stared back, his face gaunt and consumed with rage and a lust for revenge. His wavy black hair was wild, and the scar which dragged from his left eye to his chin only emphasised that wildness. Matt’s right eye was blue, and it was the only part of him which appeared calm.

He took a calming breath and sat at his computer. An email popped up on the screen. His editor was wondering if he had any new novel ideas. Matt did not. He was contemplating writing about his search for his sister’s killer; he was sure it would sell well, like his first two novels.

Matt sighed, changed from his practice gear into a casual shirt and jeans, picked a Glock from his drawer and holstered it in his belt. He glanced for a moment at some of the larger guns; an AKA 47, an RPG, an M14 Sniper Rifle, a Remington 870 Shotgun and a Sten, to name a few. Matt’s former stint in the army had rewarded him with some heavy firepower. He shook his head, deciding they were not for today.

He pulled a jacket on and headed for the front door. As he was about to open it, a sharp knock came from the other side. Matt swung it open, revealing a man, dressed in an impeccable black suit complete with a pair of sunglasses.

“Mr. Geller, might I have a word?”

“May I ask who you are?”

“Agent Simmons; Jeremy Simmons” the man produced a badge from his inside pocket.

“Come in, Agent Simmons”.

He brought the man through to the living area where they sat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Mr. Geller-“

“Call me Matt”.

“Matt, we at the CIA have been monitoring your actions of late. They were brought to our attention when you took out a man who we were also in pursuit of two months ago”.

“Are you here to arrest me? Or kill me maybe?”

“No, Matt. I am here, to offer you a job. We at the CIA require your services as a mercenary for hire”.

Matt was taken aback. “Go on”.

“We want you to lead a team. We believe that a man in Government; Marco Flemms, along with several associates; including some CIA members are conspiring and are involved in a number of illegal activities; such as the trafficking of drugs, arms, humans, the murder and assassination of innocent people, and terrorism. There is a danger that they might attempt to take the lives of World leaders. We need you, and the team you will lead to investigate, and stop these criminals”.

“Who else would be on this team? And why can you in the CIA not handle this yourselves?”

“We will recruit the rest of the members. You will each receive a payment of $250000 upon accepting this job, and a further payment of $250000 upon completion. As to why we cannot handle it; as I have already said, we believe members of the CIA are involved. If we were to attempt anything, our lives, the lives of our loved ones and so much more would be in grave peril. If you accept this job, we will only be able to offer you minimal assistance. You will be operating outside the confines of the law, but you will be susceptible to arrest and jailing should you be caught”.

“I understand. When can I meet the rest of this team you want me to lead? I will decide then if I will take on this job or not”.

“Meet at this address at midnight next Friday”, he passed a slip of paper to Matt.

“See you then, Agent Simmons”.

*****

Matt sat in the corner of the tavern, a pint of Coors in front of him. He took a slug, then his thoughts turned to Agent Simmons’ job offer. He had to admit, it was tempting, and it was something to distract him from his never ending search for his sister’s killer. Finishing his pint, he stepped outside and began to make the journey home.

He turned into one of the back alleys. He passed a doorway, and a man stepped from it.

“Yo, Dr. One-Eye, gimme all yer money” The man stumbled over, a pen-knife in his hand, the stench of alcohol emanating from him. Matt glanced quickly to the side, spun and within five seconds had the man pinned to the ground, his knife hand pinned to his spine. Matt leaned forward to speak in the man’s ear.

“@#%@ off home. If I hear you have been bothering anyone around here again, I will take care of you”, he pulled out his Glock and showed it to the man, “understood?”

The drunk nodded. “Get off me man”. Matt rose to his feet, pulling the man up, and shoving him off down the alley. The pen-knife rested safely in Matt’s pocket. He smiled, and headed home. The job offer seemed even more tempting.

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Name: Matthew (Matt) Geller
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Appearance: Tall, wavy black hair, strong build, handsome, Several scars on his arms and legs, one on the left side of his face from his eye to his chin. He has no left eye having lost it in a fight.
Personality: Matt struggles with his temper occasionally, yet is fiercely loyal. He has a way with women, always able to talk to them and seduce them. Matt keeps a cool head in any situation, he has the ability to step up and take control in a heated situation.
Skills: Knows Karate, has supreme skill with a blade: he owns several, Writing, Imaginative. Served ten years in the army.
Mini-Bio: Matt is a writer and has 2 thrillers published. He often gets into fights and is constantly attempting to improve his karate and blade skills. Matt also owns several guns, blades and other weapons; remnants from his army days, and of use in his new career as a mercenary for hire.
Author: Colm

Name: Valerie Hamilton
Age: 23
Appearance: Long, thick black hair worn in loose ringlets. Vivid ice blue eyes. Skinny and curvy, a bit on the short side. Favors tight black clothing, especially leather. A massive butterfly tattoo down her right side. Signature item is her thigh high leather stiletto boots, in which she can still kick ass. Always wears a blue moon necklace, but will never tell the story behind it.
Personality: Ruthless, shows no mercy. A bit of a flirt, even with guys she's about to kill. Loves to have fun and party, but knows when to be serious. Believes that there is an innocence in the world that must be protected, even if she doesnt really know what it is.
Skills: Very good with small hand pistols, like the Broken Butterfly [everything I learned about guns is from Resident Evil. Bear with me]. Also carries a butterfly knife, all to match her tattoo. It's sort of her trademark. Can do some combat but prefers weapons. She is often used as bait to lure people in.
Mini-bio: She was hired to kill her fiance, hence the mystery behind the necklace. After, she became cold and heartless, and no longer believes in love.
Author: TheRosesBloom

Name: Sasha Vadrielle
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance: Long dyed red hair worn in a ponytail, dark blue eyes, slim, slightly androgynous apart from her face and hair, 5"7. Generally dresses in combat trousers, boots and plain tops, although on night ops will wear black outfits. Has a pierced tongue and three stars tattooed behind her right ear.
Personality: Chilled and cool, doesn't tend to work well with people. Once you gain her trust she will be civil and/or friendly, but she never forgets that anyone could be the bad guy. When fighting she shows no mercy.
Skills: Makes weapons and fights with her fists, although is skilled in using cz75 and sniper rifle. Had 3 years of being a sniper for whoever would pay. Also uses a knife type weapon she invented, a curved blade that goes over her fists while she grips the padded handle in her fist.
Mini-Bio: Was born and brought up in the most ruthless gang in Spain where she learned much of her fighting and ruthlessness. Speaks Spanish.
Author: Stargazer

Name: Kaine Petersburg
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short black hair with full side fringe, dark blue eyes and average build yet he is very athletic.
Personality: The quiet one, smart and can think up good strategies for tough situations. He keeps to himself most of the time but always replies when spoke to. Not used to taking orders.
Skills: Acrobatic, excellent eyesight and a fast runner. He is normally hired for either group/individual assassination missions or infiltration.
Additional: Kicked out of the army due to his hostility toward his squad. Uses a silenced Uzi, throwing knives and a silenced sniper rifle.
Author: Mr.Fisherman

Name: Sapphire (Saph) Flame
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: Midnight black hair that shines blue in the sun. Peircing purple eyes. lightly tanned shin.
Personality: Sapphire has a very bubbly and sweet personality. Basically the oppisite of everything you would think of for a mercenary. She always wants to help. She is very good with people. And all though she doesn't show it, her feelings can very easily get hurt.
Skills: She has amazing eyesight and can shoot any target from up to 800 feet away, with either bow & arrow, or gun. Prefers bow & arrow if possible.
Mini-Bio: Sapphire's father was in the Army, and was killed in Iraq on her 16th birthday. Since then, she's wanted revenge. He had been training her since she was 12, but she pushed herself harder on her lessons. Everynight she hopes her father is proud of how far she has gotten. She misses him dearly.
Author: Shally16

Name: Scott Kavros
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: long messy black hair, dark blue eyes, very tan, just above average height, well-built with a lot of muscle.
Personality: very violent, only thinks about fighting and has a thing for guns - he likes only the biggest and baddest guns around. Has been know to modify his weapons extensively. when not thinking about fighting, he is an adventure-seeker and sees the world from an overly-realistic - almost cynical - point of view.
Skills: great with any firearm you give him, proficient with a few bladed weapons, limited skill in hand-to-hand combat.
Mini-Bio: Scott grew up with his father, a decorated US Marine, as his mother was killed in a robbery when Scott was four. He has dedicated his life to finding and killing the world's scum ever since he was 12, starting with his service in Delta Force, then becoming a mercenary and doing some favors for several governments, always traveling, constantly on the job. Occasionally does work as a hired assassin.
Author: Ty694


Name: John Carrington
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: 6 feet tall and 215 pounds, dark brown eyes and black hair.
Personality: Been there, done that sort of attitude, a strong believer in overkill (but really there is no such thing).
Skills: Former US Navy SEAL, skilled with explosives, superb marksman, prefers not to enter hand-to-hand combat, but can handle himself.
Mini-bio: Carrington entered the SEALs to fight terrorists. He was doing just that when his unit was discovered and engaged in heavy combat. They had been laying a trap for the enemy and he was ordered to detonate explosives, killing the rest of the team. He was quietly discharged and continued working on his own.
Weapons: Barret Rec7 in 6.8 mm SPC, custom M1911 handgun, combat knife, and lots of explosives.
Author: Russell

updated Jul 13 '11 by Colm