It is the year 2050 A.D. by the lords calendar. Once again, Religion takes control of the world. Much like it has in the past years. This brings me to the point that the differences in belief systems has lead to wars. My name is Alex Trenton. At this time I was only an eight year old boy. I was recruited by the Roman Catholic Church as a warrior, as they were conducting experimental research on children hoping and preying to the lord above that heroes would arise.

The Catholic Church received funding from the American government in return the Americans would be able to hand pick the roster for the experiments. The idea for this experiment was simple. The Catholics would operate under the radar and act as if the Americans had nothing to do about it.

The idea was to alter the genetic structure in the body's chromosomes in order to receive complete obedience from the brain. It would alternate strength and general posture and generate chemicals from artificial chemicals that were to be implanted in the body. The plan was nearly flawless...except for one thing.

I was twelve years old and completely blank on what happened in Italy four years ago. My only friends were my guns and their ammo. I was a super warrior for the Roman Catholic Church in Rome unable to feel pain or emotion. The flaw I found in the system came on our next mission in France against a rebellion of Protestant leader.

In the streets of Paris I found a little girl holding her little dog on the sidewalk. The macabre that surrounded her was unbelievable. My job on this mission was a sweeper. I had to wipe out everything living in that part of the city, but I couldn't. My partner Jonathan Reynolds took the dog from her and told me to shoot it. When I refused to shoot he shot the dog and shot the little girl.

After the mission was over I returned home to Italy where I confronted my Commanding Officer, and I asked him if everything we did was right. He said 'How couldn't it be right? You are fighting for your church and what we believe in.' and in reply I asked him, "What Do I Believe? Do I Have A Choice?" and which he walked away.

I went back to my quarters and tried to sleep. During the night I heard footsteps and something clicked in. I ran out of my bed and out the window closing behind me. Looking inside I seen four other warriors like me shooting at my bed. I jumped down into the bush bellow as I knew they would be soon be looking for me if I was not in my bed. That night I ran away.

The next day as I was walking through town on a tv I seen the news report and on it was talk of a soldier of the Vatican that betrayed his team. I knew than and there they were talking to me, but they didn't use my name. They didn't use the name of Alex Trenton. From that day forward I was not a human being. I was an event that they referred to as "The Maverick Hunt" and no longer was I Alex Trenton...I am now, The Maverick.

The days grew longer, but soon I found out that they wiped our memories to help with emotional suppression. It would suck if I found out about my past now wouldn't it. It would suck if that is what happened when I returned to Venice Beach and found my parents who told me that my real name wasn't even Alex Trenton, but Matt Thompson a little boy from the beach. They didn't worry about names though they knew me as The Maverick. They knew what I looked like and I didn't even want to change that. After eight years I was twenty years old and my past was finally about to catch up to me.

Now it is time for my story

Now it is time for the new start

Now it is time for the hunt

Now it is my time

The Time of The Maverick