User:Vampirate68/Jack Miller

Jack Miller
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In-story stats
Known ability	Enhanced Physiology
Formal name	Jack Nathan Miller
Alias	The Carrier
Gender
Age	33
Home	New York
Residence	Formerly The Grayson Estate
Occupation	Formerly a driver/bodyguard for the mafia Hired Assassin
Significant other	Hannah Grayson (deceased)

Jack Miller is an Evolved human with the ability of Enhanced Physiology.

Character History

A Rude Awakening

January 2001

"Wake 'em up." The tall man nodded and punched the seated man in the face. The seated man grunted with pain, bringing him quickly into consciousness.

"Wwww-what...Where am I?" The man began to panic, trying to get up out the chair he was tied to. The shorter of the two standing men tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but the seated man violently shrugged it off.

"Settle down, settle down. Billy, what the hell was that?" The tall man shrugged "So...Miller. Do you remember anything?"

"Where am I?" Miller looked around. He was in a small room, possibly an office or study. There was a large grand piano in the corner and rows of book cases covering the walls.

"You're in your own house, don't you recognize it Jacko?" Miller gave him a clueless look. "You really don't remember anything, do you?" Miller gave him the look again. "Do you even know who you are?"

"No..." Miller paused, a confused look on his face.

"It worked..."

"What worked?"

"Uh...That blow to your head really must have messed with your memories. Well, take this as a second introduction. My name is Cole Grayson."

"Did...did I know you?"

"Of course, I'm your boss" Jack just stared at him.

"My boss?" Jack Miller looked around his back to his tied hands. "Why am I tied up?"

"This is the way I found you. All tied up. I saved you from that man over in there." Kole pointed to a large grey lump. After a little bit of staring, he realized it was a body. Jack was surprisingly calm with it.

"What?"

"Well, you left the job a few months ago, saying you wanted a normal life. I figured, let him go. Shortly after you left an...old friend of mine came searching for me, and found you instead. I guess that's just how it works when your in the mafia."

"I was in the mafia?"

"Well, sort of. You were my "driver". Well, why don't we get you out of that chair. You can come with us and I can explain your entire situation to you." Jack seemed nervous, but agreed. He figured that it would be better to go with these people than go it alone. Plus, he seemed to remember this person, so he must have known him before. The tall man reached behind his chair and cut the rope tied around his hands.

"This way" The man smiled. His teeth were yellowed and chipped, at least 4 missing.

"Sure..." Jack avoided him as he got up. Cole and the Smiling Man left the room. As Jack followed, he couldn't help looking down at the dead man. Who was he? The face seemed so familiar...

Two Years Later

January 2003

Jack was glad that Cole had taken him in. He would have lost without him. He really wasn't a driver. He was more or less Grayson's bodyguard. It was never a dull job. Plus, working for Mr. Grayson had introduced him to his daughter, Hannah. They had been dating for almost a year and half now.

Over the course of the two years living with Mr. Grayson, he had begun to wonder. What if Cole had lied to him? What if he was just using his amnesia to his own benefit?

But, for the time being, he had to push it to the back of his mind. Today he had a mission. He was transporting Grayson an associate to a meeting. He didn't know who the meeting was between.

The two men got into the car, talking quietly. "Mr. Miller."

"Mr. Grayson. Where to?"

"Wharf three. And, before we go, I want you to be on your toes. We're meeting Linderman."

"Linderman?"

"Yeah, Grayson's boss. Everybody answers to somebody." The other man chimed in "Are you sure this limo is safe?"

"As safe as it gets. The windows are double-thick bullet proof glass, the walls are lined with three inch thick metal plates. Plus, I have two silenced pistols and a MP5. I think we're safe."

"Still..."

"Don't worry Frank, we're safe. Linderman just wants us to come so we can sort out this drug import situation. We're not going to die." Grayson assured his friend.

"Now, lets get going." Jack pulled out of Grayson estates and headed down into New York City. While he tried to pay attention to Grayson while he talked to him, he was too busy watching two men on a sport bike behind him. While in New York City it often looked like they people were following you when they weren't, Jack was getting nervous. These men had followed them now for six blocks. Finally, the men left, but Jack clutched the steering wheel a little harder.

"We're here." They pulled up. There was already about three other cars there. A man came out of a back door and walked towards the car.

"Who are you with?" The man said, trying to look into the back of the car.

"Mr. Grayson, and if you don't mind, would you get your face out of my car?"

"Sure thing..." The man snarled at him. "Mr. Linderman is inside." He walked away, cursing under his breath.

"Well, lets go."

The Meeting

January 2003

They entered a large room, with nothing in it but a table and a man sitting at it. He was old, probably in his late sixties.

"Hello Cole." The man had an affluent accent. This was obviously Linderman.

"Hello Mr. Linderman." Mr. Grayson stepped forward.

"I would assume that this is Mr. Brown." Linderman referred to Frank, Grayson's friend.

"Yes. The other man is my bodyguard. You can never be too careful."

"I suppose you can't. Now, why don't we sit down. Your bodyguard may stay, but I assure you that you're not in any danger."

"Still." Linderman nodded his head and the three men sat down. Jack tried to stay alert, but found that the men's conversations meant nothing to him. They were talking about which districts dealers would sell in, and to which boss the profits would go. Jack couldn't care less.

He sat down near the door and started staring at the ceiling. He began to look at the little details, trying to entertain himself. Every once in awhile he would look over to make sure that everyone was okay, and then go back to looking at the ceiling.

The meeting had gone on now for the better part of an hour and it still hadn't gotten near ending. Jack noticed something. Their was a large shadow behind one of the windows. At first Jack just thought it was a box or something, but when it started moving, he got nervous. Who was out there? Was it a guard? Was it an cop? Was it a-

He was cut off by a gun shot that ripped through Mr. Brown's head.

"Get down!" Mr. Linderman and Mr. Grayson hit the floor. Jack flew to his feet, immediately grabbing his guns. He and Linderman's guards shot at the window from which the gunshot came from. The shadow ran just out of reach from the bullets, finally leaping through the window. The shadow was a man covered head to toe in black clothes. He carried a MP5 and had several grenades attached to his belt. He raised the gun and fired off rounds into two of the three guards, the first one getting shot in the head, the other getting shot in the chest.

"MR. GRAYSON, MR. LINDERMAN, we need to go!" Jack fired off the guns at the man, making the man jump for cover. Jack grabbed Grayson by the arm and helped him up. Linderman had already gotten to the door.

"Please take me!"

"Don't worry I will." Jack sprinted to the car. Linderman and Grayson both flew into the car.

"Get us to Kirby Plaza. I have an office there. It's closer than Grayson's house."

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Equipment

• Katana
• Silenced Pistol
• Biker Jacket
• Gold necklace

Notes

• Jack is right handed