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My past life was not as boring as it could have been. It became more or less interesting after I did a couple of years in juvenile detention for hacking. I'd been good at it since I was a kid, but after I'd done time I decided to stop hacking and forging documents. I wanted something more exciting, so I decided to go to war to learn the smell of gunpowder. But unfortunately there weren't many wars in those days, except for some conflicts in the east. But that was enough for me, so I joined the army, as my age was just right. So after a couple of months I was running around in the army. It was very boring, a whole year to suffer nonsense, but it had to be endured. So I put up with it and hoped to one day get into a hot spot. I know it's a bit weird, who in their right mind would want to go to war? Well, I did, I don't know why, but I was always drawn to such adventures, as they told me later, I have some kind of mental disorder, yeah... But more about that later.
Anyway, I did my time, and then went to serve on a contract, just in places with a special concentration of combat operations. It turned out that people with my abilities would be quite useful there, not for nothing I had been dismantling computers and all the equipment in the house since I was five years old. So I was intercepting transmissions, tracking, hacking, that sort of thing. It's legal, it's the army. I was good at it, so at a certain point the FSB became interested in me and I started working for them. Of course, at first I wanted to refuse, because I would have to leave the military zone and I wouldn't see any fun shootings, but then I realized that it was better to agree, no matter what these feds had in mind. So I became an agent, not for long, but after working for them for a couple of years I was promoted and started to perform special assignments for some secret organization called "Network". It was already more fun, I was even allowed to perform missions around the world, there were shootouts and good battles. But, all this did not last long, at the next psychoanalysis I was given some delusional diagnosis, said that I was a complete psycho who loved blood and gunfights, and sent to the asylum. I can't say that they were wrong, I really liked gunfights and battles, but blood and murder.... I don't think so, I was more of an adrenaline junkie or something. But to be put in a mental institution, put on a straitjacket and called some kind of maniac is too much. I think they just decided to take me out, because I knew a lot and I was one of the best hackers in the world, and that's saying something. I don't understand why they would take out someone with my abilities, even if I like blood, it didn't interfere with the case.
I was locked in solitary confinement in a mental institution, unable to move. I wasn't surprised at that, I'm a master of computers, but I can fight and kill too, I had to learn, so it was better to tie me up. But it didn't help them much, after a month I came up with a plan and quietly implemented it, hacking all the security systems and freeing all the psychos. That was a fun day...
I did not stay in my native country, but rushed abroad, to America. There I made a new identity for myself, put it in all the databases and became a legal citizen. Although all this was illegal, but if you have skills, you can even make yourself a legal identity by illegal means. So that's what I did, and I became James Fernow, just a regular guy. I could well afford to change my identity, as I had nothing left in my homeland. My parents had died when I was a teenager, so I guess that's what put me in jail. I had no other relatives, so those bastards from the Network couldn't lure me out or do anything to me.
I'd been living a pretty normal life for a couple years, reading comic books, watching TV shows, doing all sorts of stuff. But it wasn't enough for me, even though I was hacking into bank accounts to get by, I was missing something... I wanted to have fun again, and I just couldn't help myself. So I started a criminal gang.
It wasn't too hard, there were a lot of gangs with weak leaders in the city, so I just had to get rid of them and recruit people. That's how the gang was formed. With my hacking skills, robbing banks was easy, so we soon had a lot of money, and then weapons. After that we decided to get even tougher and started battles with other big gangs. For me it was just a power trip and a way to get the desired emotions from the battles, I was very nervous about those bastards who didn't count with us. Yeah, it was a really great time....
I didn't really like gangs and all that criminal rabble, but I didn't have much choice, I couldn't go to war now, so I had to find a better place to fight. I didn't feel sorry for the local bandits, since they had joined a gang, they had already chosen a dangerous life. And by killing bandits, I was helping peaceful people to some extent, though I didn't really care about that, I was more interested in the process of shooting and wars.
I guess I really wasn't well... But at least my actions didn't harm the innocent, only the criminal rabble suffered, that made me feel better.
Of course, one day the fun has to end, and so it did. On one of my regular raids I was surrounded and killed. I wasn't alone, I was with the most normal of the gang, also former military, of course I didn't trust them much, but in the last moments they fought with dignity and died like true warriors. Even among the bandits there are decent people....
I was killed a little later, I was shot and tied up and sent to a Chinese man, the leader of the gang. I was tortured there, but not for long, and one fine day I got out and killed that narrow-eyed man and a lot of people, but of course I couldn't kill them all, and after a few serious wounds I just bled out and couldn't even walk. So I died in a pool of my own blood, lying on the cold floor.....
That was the last thing I remember, and then I just woke up. In a white room, under an IV, completely unable to get up, and with a terrible, just monstrous feeling of hunger. It was the moment when the last Hunter Green left this world and I was reborn.
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