To whom it may concern,

If you are reading this then I am dead. Please share the information in this letter with my immediate family only, as some of the details may be harmful if they are revealed to the public at large. My family will be most thankful when you provide this to them, because the last few years will make a lot more sense to them. You can find my parents in the home they have been living in for the past 40 years in The Hollows.

My real name is Paul Brooks, but that is not how I am known to recent history. I have been using an alias provided to me by my superiors in the Longbow organization. Longbow lacks the contacts to completely establish my new persona’s legitimacy, so they worked in conjunction with some other independent super hero group, possibly the Champions of Light. With their pooled resources, these groups created my false name and criminal history and sent me to Ziggurat prison.

As planned, I escaped from the “Zig” and made my way to Mercy Island and banked on false reputation to allow me to begin my mission without getting killed immediately. There were plenty of other newly freelance criminals roaming this area of the Rogue Islands. We were all doing our best to learn the lay of the land and perhaps find the protection of a larger criminal organization. This was where my mission kicked in.

I was born a mutant and frequently had trouble controlling my abilities. My parents were tired of the enormous heating bills (as a result of my powers) so they sought help. They found it for me in the form of a Longbow minor program. I was trained to use my powers with little consequence. The superiors reached out to me to become an adult agent on my eighteenth birthday, which I did.

Shortly after I joined Longbow as a regular agent, and that is where the trouble started. A fellow agent and I were both interested in the same civilian female. This agent used our need for secrecy against me and it lead to a fit of rage on my part. My fit caused a massive traffic accident in Skyway City and someone was killed. The parents of the girl who died both suffered heart attacks, and only the father survived. Seeing as how I was in a Longbow uniform when I did this, there was little they could deny in culpability. The lawsuit was quickly settled and I was demoted to office work.

I took to drinking. Combining super powers and drinking turned me into a powderkeg. Needless to say on a particularly drunken night I turned my neighborhood into a skating rink. My superiors were coming to fire me and I knew it. I got a different offer, and took it.

I was tasked with infiltrating and reporting on the activities of an organization of evil that may be hundreds of years old. The group operates publicly as a leader in Eco and Green Technologies. This arm of the group was even founded by a former nobel prize winner. Their name was simple and to the point: The Environmentalists. For all intents and purposes, the companies under the Environmentalist umbrella do what they were supposed to do and are not criminal (though a pit pretentious).

The crimes against humanity are perpetrated by an inner circle of special employees that are referred to as the 7th Egg Dynasty. This was who I joined. With this letter you will find the detailed files I have been keeping on my fellow 7th Egg Dynasty members. I just wanted to write this to let my family know that I died in the service they were so proud of me for joining. Longbow simply called me The Mole, because that is what I was and how I behaved.

Mom, Dad, please know that I love you and you can keep that pride in me because not matter what appears to have happened, whateaver you may hear about me on the news, I am still, and always was, on the side of the “good guys.”