Hang on, it's gonna get rough.
I was born under the name Emmett Charles Rett JR. I grew up in my father's shadow, a military brat in the truest sense. He and his friends taught me everything I never wanted to learn about the military until it became second nature to me. When I followed in my father's footsteps and joined the service, I wanted to make my own way, so I took what I learned and I became the hunter. The hunter no one wanted to be hunted by. I gave up my hunting when we left the desert. There was too much pain, blood, and nightmares over there. Over the past ten years, I've been living under another name, Cobra, because of the snake I have tattooed on my arm.
Ten years ago, when our squad became the marks of a killer, we lost our best. We thought it was only one killer but we were wrong. We found that out the hard way.
Now Jackal, our leader, tells us there is more trouble coming our way. His gut tells him so. His gut has kept most of us alive for the past fifteen years or so. So we listen and we learn. The Shadow Hunter part of me has to return for this one last mission, whether I want him to or not. But to protect my brothers… he will return.
Something happened to me when I was a child, but I don't remember what it was. I've been locked away inside my own head for fifteen very long years. It gives me night terrors that wake me up screaming, but no one ever hears my screams. I don't speak, I haven't since I was found, covered in the blood of my family, by the police when I was seven.
The only way I can communicate today is through a computer. It has become the voice I lost so long ago. Then about four years ago, I came across a search by someone looking for information on a group known as The Devil's Advocates MC.
While I was researching the MC, I stumbled across something else entirely. A long forgotten memory popped into my head and I couldn't stop the floodgates from opening. I remembered everything from the night my family was taken from me.
I had to warn the MC of what and who were looking for them, but how? I sent out a feeler and someone answered it… My inquiry raised a shitstorm and I was caught in the middle of it all…