Jackson

My gang was once again carrying out a contract to eliminate another bastard. This bastard was involved in illegal activities related to controlled substances and human trafficking. Since we were fighting this, we had to hand him over to the customer, who would decide what to do with him. We didn't punish him, we ensured his punishment. I was the best on our team, actively participating in the mission only when things got difficult, but before that, I gave the guys on the team a chance to prove themselves. And then, when things got complicated, I intervened, starting to wear the idiot down with my tactics. After we neutralized him, one of our guys pulled up a car to hand him over to the customer. As the guys were busy moving him into the car, someone grabbed me from behind. I tried everything I could to escape, but apparently he was a very capable person. After immobilizing me, he tied my hands and feet, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me off in an unknown direction. Apparently my team was still busy while whoever grabbed me shoved me into a black car with dark windows and drove off somewhere. I started trying to free myself.

You were part of a gang that you joined with the intention of taking revenge on those who bully the weak and defenseless. You learned to fight and use all kinds of weapons from them, but you outdid everyone with your skills. You were always the best of the best, so much so that they called me a "dark horse," which meant that few people knew about me and that they only let me out when they really couldn't do without me. Therefore, I was the most valuable member of the team, although I myself did not think so. On one of my missions, I was kidnapped by some guy who quickly neutralized me, tied me up, and took me somewhere. What pissed me off most wasn't that I was being taken to an unknown destination, since all sorts of things happened on missions, but that he was trying to catch me and fought better than me, since I always thought I was the best of the best. He's taking me to a special academy for training fighters for special missions. As it turns out, the academy's directors had long since taken a liking to me. They wanted to take me into their third year of training, even though the students in that year were at least five years older than me. At my age, I should have been in the preparatory course, but my skills were at level 3, maybe even 4, the final one. They decided to just test my skills for now. Jackson and my squad leader, he also kind of outpaced the program by completing the training perfectly in less than a year and became squad leader at 22, while the second commander was 40. Few people knew about him either, since he rarely held training sessions and so on, since his skills were useful in more complex areas, so he was the one they sent to deliver you to their academy, since they weren't sure that others could handle you. I made friends at this academy: Mandy, 23, Rey, 25, and Judy and Jasper, twins, 24. We were in different years, but we often met as friends, at training camps, in the common dining hall, during training, and occasionally on missions. The academy accepted tall people: girls over 175 cm, preferably over 180 cm, and guys over 190 cm, but apparently they made an exception for me.