User:Vampirate68/Jack Miller

Jack Miller
Portrayed by	Daniel Craig
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 bright silver, metal almost.

"Sure..." Jack avoided him as he got up. Cole and the Metal Mouth 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 Daniel 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. The last one, enraged by his friends deaths, charged the man, only to get shot in the head, his brains splattering all of the ground.

"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.

"Get to the car!"

Shootout

January 2003 The trio rushed outside, only to be greeted by two more men fully clothed in black.

"This is the end of the road Mr. Linderman. It ends here." The man from inside the building came up behind them. "You're tyranny against the good people of this world is done."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really? You have no idea about all the innocent people your company and your friends have killed? Maybe you can explain these?" The man held up a few pictures. They displayed gruesome images of dead bodies.

"These people were former associates of yours. They all turned up brutally murdered."

"It wasn't me! I swear it!"

"Really? Then maybe you can explain why your thugs were seen leaving the scenes of all of these murders? I knew those men. They were good people." Linderman starting panicking. Jack was panicking too. He could feel his adrenaline rushing. He needed to lash out at these men, but all three held MP5's, and all he had were two almost empty pistols. These were not the best conditions. But then again, he had worked under conditions like this before.

"So Mr. Linderman...do you and your 'friends' have any last words?" They all stood dumbfounded. "Okay then." The man raised his rifle and shot Grayson in the chest. Jack screamed with rage. Suddenly, something in his mind changed. It was like the world was slowing down and his thought process speed up. He roared and lunged at the lead man. Before he knew what he was doing, he had punched through the man's chest.

He flew around. The other two men already had their rifles up, but to Jack, it seemed as if they were moving at a snails pace. He raced out to them, picking up the closest and hurling him into the wall, a sickening crunch echoing around the wharf as his bloody, limp body hit the ground. The other man tried to fire his gun, but Jack avoided the shots. He grabbed the man by the neck and whipped him into the ground.

"Please! Please!" The man struggled to breath.

"Why? Why should I? You killed one of my best friends?" Jack continued to choke him.

"Did...you...see...what you just did? Normal people can't do that...I can help you..."

"How the hell are you going to help me?" Jack was still seething with rage.

"I...kkkknow...who you ar...e"

"So?"

"Gr...ayso...n...liiiied...to you." Jack stared at him. "He...did something to your memory...he erased it...you used to hate...him."

"You're lying!"

"Ask...Linderman...to fix it...he can...heal things." Jack gave the man a confused look. "Ppp-lease-" The man's head exploded as a bullet pierced the side of it. Blood sprayed up into Jack's face. He whirled around. Linderman stood over him with one the men's MP5 in his hand.

"What the hell was that?"

"He was crazy. He was trying to turn you against me."

"What did he mean by you could heal things? How the hell did I do what I just did?"

"I don't know...he was lying about me. You, well...adrenaline does do wonders to the human body." Jack stood there, pondering what had transpired. He looked over at Grayson's dead body. "Well...let's clean up this mess. I can take you back to Grayson estates. I would be honored if you decided to work for me."

"I'll get back to you on that one."

What have I become?

May 2003

It had been a tough few months. He had had to explain to the entire Grayson family that Grayson had died. Linderman had covered the funeral costs, giving them a little relief, but not much. Surprisingly, Hannah had taken her father's death well. They were never that close. No one knew what to do now. Grayson had no sons to take over the mob, and none of his associates wanted the position. Seeing as he was engaged to Hannah, he was the closest thing to a son Grayson had. Linderman had appointed him. As much as he wanted it, he knew he couldn't handle it, but he did his best.

"Hey honey, you wanted to talk?" Hannah walked into the room. Jack looked up from his desk.

"Yeah..."

"Well, what is it?"

"Have...have you ever done something that no human could ever do?"

"What?"

"Well...like some extraordinary?"

"I was a pretty good gymnast as a little girl."

"No...like...well...superhero stuff."

"No, I don't think I have. Why do you ask?"

"When Grayson died...I...I did something. It was like everything was really slow, and I was really fast. I actually punched through a mans stomach."

"I know it's really difficult for all of us to get through his death. Maybe you've just thought that you did that."

"Maybe...but maybe not. It felt so good too..."

"Why don't we call it a night?"

"Okay." He and Hannah headed off to bed, and while he tried to sound happy and upbeat, his mind was dragged time and time again into the moment. He knew it wasn't adrenaline and he didn't imagine it. He kept going over what the man had said. "Gr...ayso...n...liiiied...to you" What had he meant?

Jack shrugged it off. It wasn't worth it.

Wedding

September, 2003 "I now pronounce you man and wife." Jack kissed

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Equipment

• Engagement ring
• Silenced Pistol
• Gold necklace

Notes

• Jack is right handed