Dennis Rynbart is the name I was given at birth. I was a peculiar little guy growing up. I was sharp with physical activities, and in school, I performed just well enough to pass, not high enough for awards, but enough to get by. Though the job I chose, after the end of my educational terms, or rather, was assigned to-didn't quite scream average.
A company called QuadTech had started a private research and development program. In need of volunteers, it was inevitable I'd end up on their list. I might've refused the offer at first hand because of how shady they negotiated, as well as my lawyer, who I didn't hire, to do the talks.....but the pay and benefits promised a better life than my other jobs. After some thought, and then some more, I agreed to join (not before stating my terms and conditions to which were accepted).
Years later, my life had changed forever. I was no longer just an average local, worker, or part of any government. I was given freedom and a new life while working alongside other volunteers I came to know and befriend. This was after the program. After its success, we were handed over to another organization-one that saw our potential and recruited us, rewarding us handsomely.
Because of our exceptional skills, experience, and knowledge-leagues ahead of any advanced firm-we were dubbed the "Lethal Brothers of Action" (since all of us were men).
Peter Tetson, aka The Technician. He used his mind and experience to create gadgets and improve existing designs to suit whatever situation needed help. His main ability, granted by his suit-magnetism-allowed him to manipulate metallic objects and surfaces. He was like the Magneto of our group.
Craig Boss, also known as The Assault, was the leader of our group. He was a strategic thinker-smart, calculated, and always a few steps ahead. His suit focused on weaponry like RPGs, grenades, assault rifle, and shotguns (as well as other weapons) all modified for extra firepower and unique effects. Even though he could handle more than just weapons, that was his speciality. We jokingly called him "Modak," like the Marvel character-though the name probably fit Tetson better. The name stuck around maybe because Craig always had that intense, overthinking vibe. But eventually, we were told to cut the jokes coming, by order, from the boss himself. He probably hated it?
Coming in third on the list is the muscular, the bulky... and the, unexpected softy-Tron Wong, the tank. As the name suggests, Tron is a tank-not literally a machine of war, but with his massive suit and build, the name fits. His suit is as big as a truck-slow, but still mobile. Practically a mech. Though it keeps a human shape, it's tailored to his size and packed with heavy-duty gear. With customizable parts-like back-mounted gadgets for shields or turrets, manned or automated his built for frontline jobs. And his weapon of choice? Guns. Big ones.
The first time I met him, I nearly wet my pants. No joke-I was seriously shocked. Still managed to keep my cool, though. Luckily, over time, I got to know him, and turns out, Tron isn't as dangerous as he looks. If I had to describe him-and I'd be dead if anyone else ever heard this-it's that he owns a plush teddy bear named Mr. Wiggles. I won't say more, but yeah... that's a fact.
Then there's Luke Dirtbag-uh, Dirdbax. How do I even say this... he's, my rival. I'm not usually one to compare myself to others, but when those first test results came out and I landed at the top of the leaderboard, that's when it all started. A little competition, a cocky smirk from him-we've never really gotten along. He's always out to prove he's better than me.
The guy's skilled in a range of fields: precision, accuracy, explosives, drones, sniping. They call him Dreadman, and honestly, it fits.
And then there's me-Dennis Rynbart. I'm a bit of a special case. I focus on traditional weapons, tools, and gadgets reengineered for modern use. In my hands, I wield a sword or katana forged from hardsteel-lightweight, strong, and sharp enough to cleave an apple in a single stroke. My armour renders me silent. I move like a ninja, but with the training of a mercenary and the precision of an assassin.
Together, we are an ultimate group of advanced bio-enhanced and partially mechanically adjusted individuals. It's just the five of us. The others who volunteered either suffered badly during the procedure, ended up hospitalised, or weren't physically or mentally fit.
We're a private mercenary group for hire, handling situations that require urgent intervention. Requests are categorized into three levels: Green for standard, Blue for important, and Red for critical. A Red request demands a qualified response from us. Because it's labelled Red, decisions must be carefully made before accepting—it means lives are at stake, and the risk is high. During my time with the group, we had only ever handled green and blue requests. But one day, that changed. We received our first red request—and it came from our own government.
After careful consideration, it was decided that we'd accept the request.
The request was to infiltrate a highly confidential location and retrieve valuable data. Deep in the lower levels of the facility, I came face-to-face with a rivalling foe—someone in a separate room, equally capable and strong enough to match my abilities. He was powerful, no doubt, but not as experienced or skilled as I was. Within minutes, I was almost certain I'd take him down. I radioed my team—they were already en route to my position. There was no way I'd lose.
But that's just how it goes... I rushed at him, ready to deliver the final blow—and then it happened. A beam of light flashed right before me, and... I lost. Or at least, that's what I thought.