It might not have been up to me to decide, but I felt like my life had been an unusually tough one. Between t*****e played off as “training,” and my definition of “going for a stroll” being a walk through a warzone, I think it was a fair assessment.
In the midst of said troubled life, I became the 37th special operator for an underground organization; a secret agent, if you will. There, I met my partner—whose resolve I fell in love with—and the two of us fought side-by-side from then on.
In my 50s, after surviving years of dangerous work, I retired from field work and became an instructor instead. Despite its difficulty, it was a fulfilling job. I had to work hand in hand with my students. But, during this time, a secret organization was working to take over the world. They had set an ev
