Name: Andrew Christopher Evers
Nickname: Ace; CrissCross
Attire: Blue Jeans, socks, leather boots, button-up cotton shirt, leather jacket with patches all over it. dark shades in pocket
Weapons: None yet
Location: Miami Prison Processing Area
Tagging: None yet
Andrew Christopher Evers was waiting for what was inevitable, and it pleased him to no end. The room he was in had only a chair that was magnetically bolted to the floor. They had given him a very thorough search, which was something he expected. He had nothing on his person yet, which was part of the reason that he had even given himself up on that last run. His only regret was the one new girl, whom he was able to trust on sight, got caught as well. Fortunately, she was not armed but that didn't matter. She would be sent to the "the Devil's Dade", and that was his only real regret. As for what got him where he was, he had nothing at all to regret about that.
An orphan, Ace, as his few friends and associates called him, had been placed into a government orphanage less than twelve hours after his mother croaked right after the delivery. He had liberated the records, learning that she had obviously been kept somewhere for most of her pregnancy, taken care of just enough so that he could be safely and healthily brought into the world. She also, as the autopsy showed, had been beaten and injured repeatedly. After he had been noticed in the "special classes" that the school and orphanage he was at , at twelve they selected him for a year-long intensive training program. Using a combination of real world and virtual reality simulation training, they turned him into an agent that they could send into situations that a full grown adult would be suspicious in. He was what they needed: smart, creative, cunning, and determined. He never failed an assignment, not in all the years of junior high and high school. They made certain that every one of this "school trips" were coordinated for him to execute and assignment. He also was given freedoms other students didn't have at the same time.. and that was their big mistake.
He made his plans for carrying out assignments more long term, making it where he had to do more time on computers and such for planning. That was when he started learning the truth, that the United States had long abandoned its real democratic ideals. He learned the only reason he was free was because he didn't question anything.
"So.. what's the story with the tight young thing that was with him?"
One of the two guards, a male, who were watching Ace, inquired of the other. His partner, a very nice looking female herself, looked at the pad with the information. She smiled, looking through the two-way mirror at Ace.
"She is going in right after him. They were both searched, but she was on the rag they said.. so they only scanned her down there. Nothing. Him.. the only thing they didn't find on him was something radioactive. It's a shame... he was one of the best.. like the legendary Snake Plisskin before he turned bad. Kind of ironic.. he turned after hacking into PlisskenWatch.... Really too bad... I was on the approved list when we were both in college for him...."
The male shook his head, groaning at her obvious dismay....
Ace smiled, knowing what was to come very soon. He had turned, having spent the entire first year in the ROTC in college gathering precisely what he would need. When he went over to Britain before they abandoned the USA, he gathered his resources and allies. He also met The Man himself, learning all he could from the Legend Who Shut Down The Planet. It lasted long enough, and the Resistance had time to get working. They raided Cheyenne, busting through and making of with more than enough to get things rolling, so when Ace hooked up with them he was just keeping things going. While still "doing his duty", he was helping his assassination targets flee and building a sort of Underground Railroad for getting people out. Plastic surgery helped turn them into new people, and when he graduated with honors.. and as a Major in the Corps after the age requirements for promotion were suspended, he headed home.
Twenty guards were in the hallway, two of them moved to open the door and go in. He had been processed already, just had been made to wait. They pulled him to his feet, keeping care as he was that damn good. As the others were in formation with him and his hands and ankles bound so he could just move where they made him, his charges and sentencing were read out to him.
He and his people were on what would be their last run. They had smuggled so many people out over the five years, they knew their time was near out but not how much it had run out. The woman who had been with them for over a year, who had been vouched for by one of their fuel suppliers, turned out to be an Undercover on loan from the Military Police. She was good, having given him his best fight in years. He almost hated to ram the blade into her heart.. almost. The truck had gotten to the boarder where the fence was going to have its last switchover then never to be lowered again. He and three of his men took one of the jeeps that it was pulling to get across the border.. not knowing that the young woman was there...
As he was injected and he started slipping into sleep.. he heard them mention one of the beaches......
In the firefight, he delayed as long as he could, watching the truck disappear. He watched his men go down.. good men. The young woman couldn't hide she was with him.. but because she didn't give up a fight, they left her alone... That was something he smiled about.. as he knew about her... and what they didn't find...
(exit to Miami Beach....)