Game Prolog-
Detroit 2037-
After the war ended in 2029, America had sure taken it's share of lumps. Though pretty well protected, you never hear about the 46 missiles the armed services stopped. All that's felt, all that's ever mentioned in the coffee houses anyway, are the six nuclear devices that made it though the defenses. Four were targeted for this state alone, most likely, due to the fact the remaining auto plants converted in times of war to produce military equipment and vehicles. Three of the four were stopped. Detroit faired fairly well, but the Pontiac area is all but gone now, pretty much just a tributary of Lake St. Clair now.
The war made the rich richer and the poor more destitute than ever before. Though there are parts of Europe that are now no more then a glass parking lot, the destruction here only served to justify the governments actions on clamping down on all of it's citizens nation wide. A cruel martial law swept the land; the rich and privileged were still awarded their freedoms, while lower and middle classes are scrutinized, under the watchful eye of 'The State'- a so-called homeland security agency.
This nations economy being in a state of shambles, and me needing a way to put food in my mouth, I found dating(and lets use that term loosely) men of power an easy road. This is when I was approached by 'The Center'.
The Center, as it's known to the population, was at one time part of our government. Now considered rogue agents, they've taken it upon themselves to right the wrongs of the countrie's dregs that 'The State' will turn a blind eye to as long as money keeps the pockets full of the right people.
My initial contact by 'The Center' was because of the man I was "dating". He was selling plans to overseas agents to the missiles being constructed in the auto-plant-turned-military-facility. I was to get my date, whom we'll call Mr.A, to go to a designated spot where The Center would take care of it from there. Part of the deal I made with them for doing this is they would hide me and take care of me. I was known to the friends of Mr.A so I'd no longer have that meal ticket or be able to strike up another 'friend' in the circle of rich men.
One of the agents that dealt with this little traitor to our country, was a man that went by the name 'Vet'. Later, much later I found out that his name was Gary. Gary and I became close friends in the months that followed, and he began showing me how to shoot and how to defend myself. Eventually, how to kill. There's even talk from Vet, that he's trying to get Skid (his contact in The Center), to give me some small jobs. Maybe one day I can be a full fledged agent too.
Though not in the lap of luxury, I'm safe. My names been changed. My locations far from expensive hotels and lavish restaurants I once frequented. I'd undergone a little surgery to change my appearance, but I'm much happier. Though I don't see Vet often because of his assignments, the time we can spend together seems so right to me. I guess if ever there was a person I truly cared about it was Vet.
The five remaining bombs hit in other key cities in America: New York, Washington DC, San Diego and China Lake in SoCal .Last but not least, and probably the funniest target, if there could be any humor in this, was Las Vegas. When the missile was claimed and celebrated, it's said that particular target was an attempt to cleanse some of the sin and degradation our nation flaunts.
Well I've got something to tell you....
We all sin....And one day, I may meet you in Hell
But you first....
Codename:
SinninSoul
