My story begins circa 1996, in the CIA. I was responsible for monitoring pirate broadcasts for ‘anti-establishment’ propaganda, for the government. One day I brought a particularly alarming transmission to my supervisors for review. After a brief meeting, the Agency decided that an operative needed to infiltrate and eliminate this militant movement while it was still just in its infancy.
Eager to impress, I jumped at this opportunity. I was rushed to a covert training post in Alaska. I spent six weeks at this remote base learning everything from computer hacking to the deadly art of Tai-Jitsu ryu Kurodaiya. However, where I grew the fastest was in the area of long-range firearms. I was issued a Heckler & Koch PSG-1 sniper rifle and graduated with honors.
Soon after I was given my mission and the code name ‘Kitty’ for my reflexes and for the fact that my director felt I would need at least nine lives to survive the first week. I took a train from Washington to Rocktropolis and quickly slipped into the seedy underbelly. Within a few weeks the contacts I had met brought to Dr. Genius and Bomb Threat, the leaders of the ‘Attitude Movement’. They befriended me, but didn’t yet truly trust me.
Like any good recon soldier, I sat back and listened to what they were saying and what they were saying made a lot of sense. I started feeling maybe I was part of the problem not part of the solution. Bomb threat took me under his wing and showed me a world I had never imagined. The ‘Attitude Movement’ was small, but growing. I started to embrace the culture and felt as if I belonged.
What I did next is the most regrettable thing I have ever done. In an attempt to distract the CIA from the ‘Attitude Movement’ and down play the influence Dr. Genius and Bomb Threat held over their followers, I inadvertently gave away some information that confirmed communiques they were receiving from another operative, who was sent in to back me up.
Dr. Genius, Bomb Threat and I were all incarcerated, convicted of Crimes of Sonic Treason and held for trial at the Country Radio City Maximum Security Prison. We quickly escaped but only after my face was severely burned by acid, in the CIA’s attempt to extract more information from me about the Movement. I felt it was penance for all the trouble I caused for the movement.
I now reside in Rocktropolis, part of a colossal faction known as the ‘Fortress of Attitude’. I am a Hero to some and a thorn in the side to most. Get ready to get rocked! See you on the march.
