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Shield Command Brief
Vault accident report #386592-V27
Ins# 3387214
vi.33frost Date filed 9/17/99
On 8/12/99 in Section G6 subsection 71 Prisoner 8677d was responsible for a breakout
attempt. 3 Guardsmen were injured and 2 killed (As per report #7543-T3). One maintenance
worker was killed. Subject was #2754-m2 Mark Allen Johnson 312 Ash Drive Belmont State. As
no relatives are living this matter has been terminated. See attached report for
additional information.Background check Gov.#
58433235435332v 3/16/99 Subject- Mark Allen Johnson Subject was born on 05/08/75 in
Detroit Mich. Parents- Mike Johnson-Deceased, Karen Johnson- Deceased Killed in Murder
Suicide on 12/25/88 Father Alcoholic stabbed mother and shot self. Subject raised by Sara
Johnson #27653645g. Sister. Subject suffers from mild mood swings of depression. Trained
in hand to hand combat and military hardware systems while serving in U.S. Army SN#
J8743674365187 4 years honorably discharged on 02/27/96. No reason has been found for
rejection.
My name is Mark Johnson, I am 27 years old and I am a monster. I
was born a normal kid in Detroit. My family was a mess; I spent most of my time growing up
with my older sister, Sara. She was the one who really raised me. My parents were to busy
getting drunk and fighting. Then one Christmas Dad went to far and ended the fighting
forever. After that things got a lot better. Sara made it into the Army, and I followed a
few years later. I had the best time serving with my friends but after 4 years I missed my
sister. She had got a job with the government working at the Vault, where they keep the
super powered criminals. She helped me get a job in maintenance, something I had done a
lot of in the army.
I was doing pretty well, making good money and saving for a
boat. I always wanted to learn to sail. One day while half daydreaming about the sea the
alarms went off. Since this was not uncommon I just headed to the nearest safe zone. As I
was turning a corner I saw a Guardsman helping someone into the elevator shaft. When he
turned and saw me he fired right at me. I tried to take cover behind a drum of Top Secret
sludge. He just blew me up with the drum; it was the last thing I remember before waking
up in blackness. I shook free and found myself in the vault, in a hallway. The alarms were
set off and I was being shot at by 3 guardsman this time. I tried to talk but they weren't
listening, so I just ran. I'm still not sure how I got away, but somehow I made it to the
surface.
That was the last time I was under the impression I was still
human.
Mark Johnson recently got a job working at Pull-A-Part. After
finding some mysterious metal and parts at the auto salvage yard, he disappeared for as
yet unknown reasons.
