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Firestorm
When a strange man in a tuxedo and shades stepped out of an expensive car with darkly tinted windows beside her on the sidewalk and asked her if she would like to serve her country within the secret service her answer had been “No partners, no tuxedos,” and climbing into the car.
Fast forward five years and Elizabeth is once more a member of civilian life; this time with a limp and an adrenaline addiction as her constant companions. Her days are filled with tedium instead of excitement, “well-meaning” people instead of gunfire, filling out forms instead of blowing up buildings, hair dresser gossip instead of international scandal.
Boredom instead of fun.
The only thing of any passing interest in her new life is making up stories of her time spent abroad. The life and adventures of a common soldier instead of what she had really been up to. Can't have the general public realizing the government kept trained assassins on their military payroll now, can we?
It doesn't take long for the monotony to eat at her, sending her into the downward spiral of boredom that had consumed her once already.
Many (including herself) wonder what she is going to do to keep her restless, whirring mind occupied to prevent the insanity that is already knocking on her door?
In reply, she always asks the same question.
Have you ever seen a firestorm?
One Three Three One was a prisoner in a government funded laboratory. Forced to become a test subject in the trial run of gene altering drugs and the scientists’ experimentation with animal DNA. She was just another pawn in their quest for the perfect soldier. Just a number. Well, until she staged a breakout.
It wasn't until they were almost to safety that the outside world tapped her on the shoulder so reality could deliver the sucker punch.
They weren't normal anymore. They were hardly human, freaks of nature. They would never be accepted again. Never be anything more than numbers.
Unless...