CITIZEN DOSSIER

Good or bad never really mattered growing up in the streets. All that mattered could be summed up into one single question, "Did the job get done?". When my parents died in a willow processing fire, I got angry. Trying to do good, I decided to join the Hurston Enforcement Bureau. Man was that a mistake. At first I was proud, I was strong, independent, and the job was always done. Eventually I rose to the ranks of Detective, working with the Street Crimes Unit (SCU). However, during a bust for a deep cover operation, I was stabbed by a junkie who was pushing willow. What I didn't know is the knife was laced with willow. I became addicted, I lost my job, and eventually jumped to a private investigator gig. What was worse, was I was doing smuggling jobs for the same scum, I fought so hard to fight against, the same scum that killed my parents. But, hey... it pays UEC and the jobs is still getting done.