Shane Collins A.K.A Wildhunt

Resting on a parked Harley motorcycle a figure observed the quiet town of Kingsville TX.

The person was 24 years old dressed in a simple denim jacket and pants, with a white t shirt and boots. He was African American, extremely fit standing at 182 cm tall with a military cut and dark brown eyes.

Shane Collins, former member of the now defunct PMC Wildhunt, watched through a pair of binoculars waiting for his target to leave the quiet town.

The reason was simple, he was recruiting.

To provide some background Shane came from a military family. Whether it be the Army, Navy, Marines, etc a majority usually took a military career in life while few stayed in the civilian sector.

He'd joined Wildhunt straight out of Highschool on his father's recommendation. He brought a little prestige to the small PMC and for the first two years things had gone well. He was a Squad Leader of his own group of 12 men and women with a high success rate of 96%. The other 4% could be chalked up for bad luck or their client screwing them over be it intentionally or unintentionally with bad intel. With 0 casualties since he took up command life was looking up.

Then along came a straight up alien invasion.

Mechanical nightmares dropped out the sky along with a literal gigantic robotic head. Some the size of the average adult, others looking like robotic animals, and some were straight up vehicles.

He'd later learn this was all done by an entity calling itself Brainiac.

When they attacked the PMC'S HQ its members fought with everything they had but the opposition was simply too fast, too coordinated, and too durable to be stopped. Shane had been **** to watch helpless as his team was decimated one by one before being the only one left.

One of the more humanoid metal monsters had grabbed him by the throat. It seemed to have singled him out as the leader and was about to use that crazy claw/tentacle thing to ciphon his brain like other commanders he'd seen. Shane had desperately punched and kicked feeling his limbs break from the ineffective blows.

It was at the height of his fear that something...clicked. His fist and legs that had broken suddenly were good as new. He felt his muscles bulge under his skin. When next he threw his punch it tore through the metallic skull of his would be killer like paper.

He had all of 5 seconds to take in what he did before the rest of the robotic legion surged on him.

At first he'd been terrified but then realized that his enemies were...slower than before. When the attack started he'd barely been able to keep track of their movements they now seemed more or less average.

It didn't take long to finish them off with his CQC training and some guns and grenades from his fallen team. At least not until the more armored and vehicular models came rolling in guns blazing.

He'd had enough crazy for the day and retreated to the garage area. Grabbing crates of food, water, guns and ammo Shane dumped his plunder onto a jeep and gunned it for the forest. He wasn't pursued for whatever reason he couldn't fathom at the time but if he had to guess now it would be because the machine in charge wanted to hunt him down at its leisure and study the anomaly that had popped up in its otherwise perfect ****.

The next month in a half Shane spent running a one man war against the damn things. Traps, ambushes, frontal assaults, both sides were in some kind of sick chess game. The machines would even leave supplies and ammo at various points as rewards/bait for him. The entire time Shane came to grips with the fact that he was a Meta-Human. He was able to learn more and more about his powers.

This little mini war continued until finally the Justice League was able to mount an **** on the mountain sized head of a Mothership.

It retreated not long after and hadn't been seen since with the machines it left behind shut down.

After the incident Shane learned his family had been more or less wiped out in the early days of the invasion. So he spent the next several years as a Mercenary for hire. He kept his company name as an alias in honor of his fallen comrades. By the time the third year rolled around the charm of his status as a Meta-Human began to fade.

Superheroes and Supervillains were everywhere these days and they didn't care about your life situation. They wouldn't give 2 shits what he lost or why he needed money. They'd either beat him to a pulp and stuff him in a special jail or find some way to kill him permanently. Powerful as his powers were Shane didn't have high hopes for some of the heavier hitters out there. But then a thought had hit him when he'd been interrogating a soldier of an African warlord.

His body adapted to his needs and the bastard he'd caught had to be alive to tell him where his leader was hiding. So what if he could get the guy on his side some how?

His bodies response: information ran through his mind and with on sting from his claw his victim passed out. Shane was annoyed at first wondering if he'd failed. He'd begun packing up his makeshift camp and prepared to dispose of the body when the guy woke up. He'd than began answering anything everything Shane had wanted desperately like he wanted his approval like a man in a desert wanted water.

After getting his intel to finish the mission Shane realized what he had to do if he didn't want heroes or villains to fuck with him. He had to get his own team together to help him do his jobs and protect him in case the situation went FUBAR.

Trouble was he couldn't just go for the higher ranking targets. While having a living breathing Kryptonian on his side was appealing he didn't feel like taking on people who seemed capable of doing literally anything. Better to start small and then go for the more popular figures when he'd have appropriate back up.

So here he was. Watching his target drive off road to wherever she'd been hiding since her apparent **** years ago. It hadn't been easy tracking her down and it cost him a fortune but seeing her now was worth it.

"Let the hunt begin." He chuckled what was becoming his personal catchphrase before a mission.