“Is this thing on?”

“Look... I’ve been locked in this room for about ten hours now...  The
reason I’m sending a call is
that they’re changing the guard, I have about....  What was that?”

“I hope this is still transmitting, the tech in one of his bull sessions
told me that it should be able to
send the signal through meters of rock or concrete, as long as there is
no metal in it, so this should
work.”

Pause

“My team is dead.”

“They’re all dead, I don’t know who or why...  Damnit, I thought it was
the ragheads at first, but
then they walked into it and... well I don’t know anymore.”

“We got to the site, but it didn’t look like any chemical research plant
I had ever seen, at least it
had far more technology than this ragheads should have had.  The charges
we set on the metal
didn’t even dent it, the shaped charges didn’t do any better... but
after a few minutes the doors
opened and my men started to go down.”

Pause

“...Look, I don’t know what happened exactly because I wasn’t on site, I
had gone back to the
helicopter to arrange a missile run on the facility since we couldn’t
crack the doors.  While I was
talking with the pilot, we started hearing screams over the short range.

“I kept on calling for reports, but I couldn’t get anything coherent, I
was going to call to regroup
when all hell broke loose.  My comm man went down right next to me with
a huge festering burn
on his face, and shots started melting desert sand into glass around
me.  I jumped into the
helicopter and aborted the mission... there was no response.”

Pause

“We got about ten feet up when we were hit by this glowing green balls
that seemed to decay as
they came towards us, one hit the rotor and the copter started spinning
like crazy.”

“I hit the ground, hard, and was thrown out, because a dozen or so of
the balls ate through the
copter and into its fuel tank, there were no survivors.”

Pause.

“I got one good luck at the guys who did this before I had to run.  They
were tall, built like some
Sven out of Norway, and they were wearing weird green jumpsuits with
purple face paint.  I don’t
know why, I just saw what I saw.  The guy who hit me looked like he was
firing from the hip.
His accuracy was incredible.  Dear God, my men didn’t even have a
chance.”

Pause

“God, I can still here them screaming.  I got hit in the leg with one of
those... things that kept
shooting at us, and I watched it eat through my armor like it wasn’t
there, then it ate through my
leg almost to the bone.”

“Damn it hurts.  Oh God... I can hear them screaming still, I can here
the machine gun fire,
sporadic, then a scream, and it stops.  Again, in another place, no
screams besides my men.  I
don’t know who did it.”

“The ragheads got there about a ten minutes later.  It was a patrol with
a helo and a couple
infantry BMPs, they spotted me on the ground and took me in, they
weren’t gentle, but when they
saw the wound on my leg, they got real quiet and sent the BMPs to check
it out.”

Pause.

“They reported regularly, chattering in code in Arabic on the radio for
a good half hour, then
there was a scream, an explosion, then static.”

“I think they’re planning on killing me, they seem to blame me for what
happened to their men.
They’ve bandaged my leg, but they’ve beaten me severely.  I’ll die of
gangrene if I don’t get out
in a day or so, I can feel the infections already vying for supremacy in
my wound.  It’s funny,
though, the wound didn’t bleed at all, it was already cauterized, but it
wasn’t a laser that did this
to me.”

Pause.

“Please, I hope someone is listening, because if the ragheads manage to
get their hands on that
stuff, the US is doomed.  If the guys with that stuff get over to the
US...  Repeat former
statement.”

Forced laughter.

Pause.

Sobbing.

“God, my men... Oh Jesus Christ forgive me.  Oh God in heaven, hallowed
be thy name, thy
kingdom come, thy will be done, give us each our daily bread, forgive
us....”

“Damn!  Here they come, this is Captain Robert Edward Lee Evans of....”

Static.

End Transmission.


 Born into a lower class family in New Mexico, Robert grew up with very
little exposure to
the outside world.  Living in a dynasty of laborers, Robert never seemed
to be content with his lot
in life.  Coming to age in a small town that house rail and mine
workers, Robert always wanted to
go off to college, to become a programmer, a professor, or a scientist,
but his poor upbringing
destroyed all hopes of his ever being able to achieve more than his
father and grandfather ever
had.

 Days turned into months as he vainly fought to get scholarships or
college acceptance.
Finally, in desperation he turned to the military.  The recruiter,
through months of his frenzied
activity, had whispered promises of scholarships, training and
on-the-job experience to the poor
boy and, despite his avowed pacifism, he decided to join.

 Going into the army, the young man excelled in athletics,
rifle-shooting, and learned
quickly how to sabotage officer vehicles as practical jokes.  Well liked
by those around him, he
had a steady head and easygoing manner that mixed off with his passion
to succeed.  His
combination of determined optimism and goal oriented mind was one that
gathered followers like
sugar gathers flies.  As Lee, as he was called by his squad, continued
into the army, he grew tired
of any static assignments, applying for increased studies, advanced
training, anything to make him
better, at what, he didn’t care.

 After his fourth year in the army, Lee had finished his second
bachelors through hook,
crook, and creative class scheduling.  This degree was in Mechanical
Engineering, the first was in
Physics.  With a passion to learn, and a desire to stay away from the
killing fields, Lee learned
engineering with a voracity that quickly got him placed in the
engineer’s corp.  With his personal
motto “how deep?” and his determination, he continued to endear himself
to his commanding
officers and peers.

 After a general was the unfortunate recipient of one of Lee’s jokes, he
was quietly
transferred out of the unit, and expected to find retribution quick and
final for trumped up charges
of “destroying federal property.”  All of his peers were hushed to
silence by the news.  Lee’s jokes
had been tolerated by the CO of the unit, but he had been warned against
it.  Although no one had
known that Lee had rigged the car, everyone knew the only person who
would try such a damn
fool stunt on a man who had more than one star.

 This charge was longer in coming then general belief would have
thought.  Evans was put
on “probationary duty pending the investigation of charges.”  A nice
sounding name that turned
out to be a euphemism for black ops training.

 When Lee was approached at first, he angrily declined, never desiring
to take another’s
life.  So far, all he had seen in the engineers is building,
constructing.  He had done that with his
father and grandfather for years in New Mexico, he could still do that.
The general was read up
on Lee, though.  Appealing to his pacifism, the general told Lee about
the very real chemical,
biological, and nuclear threat that was present to not just the United
States, but the world.
Slowly working up and around Lee’s internal barrier, he convinced Lee
that the war for peace
would be better fought at the front lines than digging trenches in the
field.

 Lee was officially courtmartialed for destruction of government
property, conduct
unbecoming an officer, and disorderly conduct.  The prosecution worked
quickly and efficiently,
painting Lee as a man who didn’t know his boundaries, and continued to
flaunt authority.  The
defense fought back, stating that any extreme judgement would be
detrimental to the comraderie
of the army, and that a joke now and then wasn’t an extreme
proposition.  The court, as had been
decided months back, discharged Lee honorably, but banned him from
re-entering army service,
except in a time of draft.

 Not even eight hours later, Robert Edward Lee Evans was reporting to
duty at Fort Bragg
for introduction to his unit.

 A unit specializing in the infiltration and destruction of hardened
bunkers that usually
contained nuclear, biological, or chemical products, their motto was
“Already done.”  Their name
was the 1st Peacekeeper Battalion, “The Moles.”  Coming on as a
structural expert, driver,
mechanic, demolitions expert, and sabotage expert, Robert quickly worked
himself into the group,
participating on a raid on a terrorist depot in India and earning
himself the command of a squad.

 Robert participated in several small scale actions in Sudan, Iraq,
Iran, and Pakistan against
various terrorist and anti-US groups.  The group’s work attracted small
attention as “accidents”
occurred at major weapon producing spots in these countries.  But, just
like Bob’s pranks, these
couldn’t be traced either.  One interesting thing about Lee, though, was
that, during all of these
engagements, he never raised a rifle to kill, only to intimidate or to
provide covering fire.  Even
then, praying that he would never hurt someone.

 That changed after the mission in Syria.  Captured by the Syrian
government following the
contact with a small muton base, he was ransomed out by the United
States, despite extreme
negative publicity.  Only recently, several other international groups
had problems with the
unexplainable phenomena.  When the Syrian government went back in force
to destroy the site,
though, it was mysteriously gone, with only charred glass and desert
remaining behind.

 Shell-shocked by the experience, he spent a year in probation and
physical therapy as his
handlers, now the CIA, handled his extensive de-briefing.  He was
noticeably altered, having seen
his team die so quickly and so suddenly at the hands of some crazies out
in the middle of the
Syrian desert without any connections to anyone the government could get
its hands on.  Robert
waited for a year before the government did anything.

 In a unilateral agreement, the CIA, Engineering Corp, Army, and Black
Ops Division
decided to promote Robert into the new Extra-terrestrial combat unit.
As one of the few people
who had ever encountered the beast, and lived, he was seen as an
excellent choice.  After another
year of extensive training, he was transferred into the budding X-COM
unit as a rookie.

 Now he will get to see if he can get over leveling his rifle at another
being, and whether his
rage at the Arabs, for their connection to the weapons of war he spent
so many years destroying,
will hamper his ability to get along with those in his unit.  We will
only be able to see...

Name: Robert Edward Lee Evans
Rank: Lieutenant(Former), Private(Current)
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Age: 28

Relatives: Brother, 38; George Samuel Evans, the second:
Mother(deceased); Linda Grace
Evans: Father, 56; George Samuel Evans, Junior.  Maternal
grandmother(deceased); Paula Lee
Forest: Maternal grandfather(deceased); Nathaniel Bedford Forest:
Paternal
grandmother(deceased); Tanya Autumn Evans: Paternal grandfather, 74;
George Samuel Evans,
Senior.

Proficiencies: M16, Colt Pistol, MP5 H&K Submachine gun, M-1 Sniper
Rifle

Specializations: Repair, electronics, demolitions and explosives.
Notes: This recruit has shown considerable talent for long range target
shooting, but has
repeatedly refused attempts to enter sniper’s school.  This may be
connected with his desire to go
into the engineering corp, rather than accepting transfers to the Green
Beret or Ranger School.
Addition: Recruit’s transfer to Peacekeeper Battalion seems to have been
successful by appealing
to a native tendency towards pacifism, this seems to be confirmed by the
fact that he has yet to
claim a kill or claim credit for a death.

Service History:

Finished boot with honors and recommendations from all sergeants.
Served 1 year as private in engineering unit in the 1st Infantry
division.
Reprimanded for improper use of government material.
Applied for Officer’s Training Course.  Denied.
Promoted to Private First Class
Served 1 year as PFC in engineering unit in the 1st Infantry division.
Applied for extreme survival training.
Recommended for course in mechanics.
Recommended for advanced explosive use and disarmament course.
Promoted to Corporal.
Served 1 year as Corporal in engineering unit in the 1st Infantry
division.
Recommended for ballistics, thermodynamics and general physics course.
Achieved first degree in Mechanical Engineering(B.S)
Recommended for advanced training in ranged weaponry.
Recommended for Green Beret training course.  Refused.
Recommended for Delta Force training course.  Refused.
Recommended for Ranger School.  Refused.
Applied for cross country training.
Promoted to Sergeant
Served 1 year as Sergeant in engineering unit in the 1st Infantry
division.
Applied for desert survival training.
Court-Martial for destruction of government property.  Found guilty.
Honorably discharged.
Transfer to 1st Peacekeeping Battalion
Mission in India, Promoted to Lieutenant and commended for extraordinary
bravery.
Mission in Iraq, completed to full satisfaction, no casualties.
Mission in Iran, completed to full satisfaction, 2 casualties, no
deaths.
Mission in Pakistan, completed to full satisfaction, no casualties.
Mission in Syria, unsuccessful, mission failure, 11 casualties, all
suspected dead.
Court-martial for abandoning post in the line of duty, and gross
incompetence.  Found Not Guilty.
Lowering of grade from Lieutenant to Private.
Transfer to X-COM.

Stats out of 6 (3 average)

Strength 3
quickness 3
agility 5
Endurance 3
Awareness 4
Willpower 5

Primary skills out of 4 (average 1)
Combat 3
Gun (pistols) 2
Gun (submachine guns) 2
Gun (assult rifles) 2
Gun (sniper rifles) 2
Melee (unknown) 2
Stealth (desert) 1
stealth (urban) 1
electronics 2
explosives 3


Secondary skills 
Language (english) 3
Vehicle (car) 2

Free skills
Mechanical enginering 2
Physics 2