In the shadows of the greater world, an organization backed by the superpowers operates in secret. A paramilitary organization whose primary objective is safeguarding mankind against a large variety of unique threats; dangerous individuals, paranormal entities, rogue weapon platforms. She goes by many names, but her symbol is the Cyclone;The Storm, and the Eye. These individuals who operate are oftentimes not voluntary participants. Penal soldiers arranging deals with their nations to secure reduced sentencing; or to escape certain death. Others who oftentimes find themselves fighting alongside Cortex - stragglers who are picked up during routine operations. Some of the best do not work for capital interest. Their motivation remains unknown. They fight with a zealous fervor, speaking of the company as if she isn't just a symbol; but something alive and real. The Red Queen.

It is said that these travelers have unconcsious knowledge of the Nether realms - the world in the walls. They have ways of gaining access to certain portions of this realm to cross vast distances in short amounts of time.

Highly trained, resolute War Fighters. The perfect soldiers; wielding the storm against those who dare to stand in their way.
Our heroes descend to the depths; death waiting around every corner. Whatever dream of paradise was waiting for them back home is long gone.
Their eyes wide to the brim; filled with rage. They do not remember why their angry; only that its mission-pertinent.

Dream of sweet things.
Dream of Dawn.