Feb 11, 2008 22:18
What sort of legacy do you wish to leave behind?
That's not what I'm meant to do. That's not how I was built.
My purpose here is not to leave a legacy. It's to slip in and slip out unnoticed. Get the job done and leave no traces behind.
I never asked for anything more. I was a number. Just a number and that was okay. Defined by my Unit, and by my orders. I was supposed to be just another pretty face. Forgettable.
And you'd think that would all change when we were turned loose on the world right? But no. That's not what I'm supposed to be. I'm already damaged. No one needs to remember me. I'm like on of those old school secretaries. You know, the kind that used to keep the entire office/business/department running but know one knew her name. People only remember the doctor or the CEO or the brilliant geneticist that couldn't tie his shoes.
That's the point. Remember the brilliant ones. The others. That's my job. To make sure they get a chance to leave a legacy.
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word count: 174
Open to RP
creative muse,
secret agent man,
unit bravo,
truth,
terminal city,
colonel lydecker,
trangenics,
manticore