The S/D - The Search/Destroy Agency (Strontium Dogs) - Bounty Hunters

[Tensdale]

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To: The Search/Destroy Agency
From: Thomas Tensdale
Subject: Background information
Priority: Normal

Message reads:

When I joined the Bounty Hunters Guild 5 months ago they weren't interested in my past,
so I assumed you wouldn't be either. But S/D is not Bounty Hunters Guild and I apologize for that.

And my application was written to insure you got my message about not being to happy to speak about my past.
But, whatever it takes to join the agency.

I grew up on god forsaken planet called California Minor in the California system.
It was a rough childhood. Almost 60% of all children dies in the first couple of years of their
life due to the freezing cold. When I was 10 my father died, and don't really know anything about my mom.
So some of the manual laborers took me in.. But they didn't take me in of pure kindness.
As soon as I turned 14 I was set to work outside. I worked there for 5 years.
Do you know what 4 hours a day in - 110 degress without any protection can do to your face? And over a period of 5 years?... It's not a pretty sight.

So when I turned 19 I knew I was gonna have to do something. Even tho it didn't look like it. I was a slave.
Over the years I've had the chance to catch a ride with a Freelancer or a friend and get a short cruise around the planet. So I knew my way around a spaceship.

So I made a deal with a freelancer who was willing to help me with acguire a spaceship.
It was just that...
I was responsible for the security that day when I left. Ofcourse no one knew, so I wasn't replaced.... 250 people died because of me.

For two years I lived on the run doing small jobs for a group of bounty hunter I've come to know very well.
Not the most trustworthy people in the universe, but they became my familiy.

On a hunt in the Omega-3 system we ran into an ambush... and... I just didn't feel like being a hero that day. I sort of never do. So I ran..
Headed for the jumpgate to Cambridge and took it without thinking.. I ran right into the arms of the Bretonia Police,
and was later contronted with the incident on California Minor, and were sentenced to 7 years in Kahrhull.

So now I'm out, sitting here in Sheffield Station, trying to figure out what to do now.
I could become a businessman, or even do some trading..
HA!, but who the hell want's to sell or even buy anything from a guy with scars all over his face. A gift Minor's cold gave me.

And come on.. The only thing I ever felt good about doing was to hunt domeone down.
The hunting has allways excited me... Watching the prey get more and more desperate...,

Or maybe it's not healthy to feel that way?... I don't really know.. And I don't really care.



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