Initiation

Welcome to the Templars, I guess.  Dick Sonnac asked me to do this to "provide a peer to peer connection with aspiring Templars in the modern age."  Or something to that effect.  Translated: "You get in trouble a lot.  Write about it to help recruitment."

I suppose I should make this clear before we go too far.  I may be working for the Templar organization, but for me it's strictly business.  The polite term is "Private Contractor," but let's leave the niceties in the so-called Real World.  I'm a mercenary.  I work for cash.

When my previous organization broke down, a team of Templars found me drunk in a dive in Egypt.  They invited me back to London, and Dickey boy struck a deal with me.  A steady paycheck and access to Templar resources for...let's call it a side project, and in return I wear red and hunt the monsters London tells me to hunt.

Temple Hall

The Templars are a little garish for my tastes, but the money's there.  Dickey was all business of course, but he's a typical bureaucrat.  Try not to hold it against him if you wind up joining.

Brigadier Lethe, on the other hand, was my kind of guy.  Old warrior, knew every trick of the trade, and they don't make them much tougher.  I have an extensive knowledge of firearms, and even I didn't know half the stuff the old codger showed me.

No rest for the wicked, though.  Not even two minutes into the Crucible and I get a text from Dickey with my first assignment.

Pictured: Necessary Annoyance

He spends two seconds telling me everything has gone to shit on Solomon Island, and five minutes preaching about the evils of the Illuminati.  News flash, Dickey boy, my old team worked for everybody, even the Lummies.  Everybody knows they've got skeletons on that island.  So it seems I'm off to new England to put the skeletons back in the ground.  First mission.  Yay.

I guess I'm a Templar.