Agents

His first contact with the Program was when a group of menacing government agents approached him in his lab, asking him to identify the material that a book in their possession was bound with. Lincoln found that the odd, slippery, scaly leather had human DNA - but also DNA from some sort of unidentifiable marine organism. This seemed to grimly satisfy the agents, who vanished after warning him to stay silent about the encounter.

His second contact was just a few days later. Those same agents returned - minus a member, looking injured and harried. This time they had bought a stack of pages and what was clearly a freshly flensed sheet of tattooed human skin, still warm and supple. They demanded Lincoln prepare and bind the pages in the skin. He obviously balked at this horrifying, insanely illegal order, and got a gun pressed under his jaw as the agents tersely explained the situation:

The person whose previously owned this skin did something unthinkable and summoned something worse than you can possibly imagine in the Chesapeake Bay. To banish what they called up we need to reverse the ritual using a book bound in the operator's hide. Now change your pants, stop sobbing and do as you're told. You're embarrassing yourself.

So Lincoln did what they instructed. The fragments of text he was able to translate as he worked on tanning the skin, cutting, stitching and gluing the pages and assembling the book convinced him of the hideous truth of what they were saying more than their threats or bleak pragmatism. Once he was done, the agents again vanished, and hours after sunrise that morning he received a visit at home from their leader.

You saved half of Delaware and Maryland from being fucked to death last night. How would you like to do it again? The mission's not over while the world's still spinning.

Magic was real. Creatures outside the scope of evolutionary science existed. Half the books he had spent his life studying were potential unexploded unnatural ordinance. How could he say no?

Dr. Daren Hill completed his doctorate degree from the prestigious Standford University working under the Toxicology Laboratory. He researched on metamorphic patterns of different biotoxins across phyla. He became close to his colleagues Dr. Sandra Smith, Dr. Richard Miller, Dr. Vanbrick Lopez and Dr. Ariana Martinez and they had been successful in designing several antibacterial drugs and potent antivenoms. Before attending the University, Daren was pursuing academics alongside social work, where he helped organise medical checkup for the homeless and sometimes worked as a volunteer for vaccination programs and medicine distribution in suburbian areas. At this time he developed an interest in law and dreamed about becoming a forensic analyst. However, life had a different turn of events when he finally completed his Masters in Biology.

Daren realized that the pure world of academics was too much for him and he wanted to shift career in getting a job for a proper stable income instead of the uncertainty of getting projects approval for constant funding of the laboratory. He ended up working for Naueve Pharmaceuticals after leaving his colleague from the University with whom he maintained a cordial relation. During his work in Naueve Pharmaceuticals, he got to analyze a curios biomolecule sent to him by his colleagues. Further analysis showed it was entirely alien in origin and such biomolecule homologue was not present in the existing database. When he questioned his colleagues it became evident that they didn't want to share further information. However, Dr. Smith told him secretly that it came from governnment under an NDA. Later, as more samples came from analysis Daren got suspicious and interested that he started researching on it personaly. One day, he got a curious mail about investigating a biological sample from a seperate site. The mail came from a government investigation agency under a strict NDA. As he continued to analyze the samples and provide data he was getting more and more suspicious about the source of these alien biomolecules. Finally, he got approached by an organization called Delta Green who seem to be aware of the source and everything changed after this.

James Alder joines the Marines right out of high school. Let's face facts... his home town was a dead-end, and most people who stayed ended up with addiction issues, in and out of jail, with a fair chance of an early grave. When the Gunnery Sergeant slid that contract across the desk, Jim was more than eager to sign on the line.

Infantry was simple -- even fun -- but the politiking and cliquiness was more than he could deal with. When his contract ran out he chose not to reup. He drew on his military experience and went to school to learn how to provide personal security. A lot of it was skills he already knew -- firearms, driving, situational awareness... but there were legal aspects to learn. Well... more than that, but the legal requirements were the most alien to Jim. Still, he passed with flying colors.

Over the next few years, he was a bodyguard for a few D-list celebrities who were in town. That is, until he met [REDACTED]. [REDACTED] was a millionaire who made his money in real estate investing, and who used his money to dabble in the occult. Jim spent many late nights overseeing weird rituals, strange chanting, and stacks of books he couldn't read. He witnessed a few things he couldn't explain, not really... but nothing he couldn't rationalize away. It was just low light, or smoke, or a reflection in the mirror. (Right? Right.)

Until the morning Jim went into [REDACTED] study and found a scene beyond explanation: A circle of salt on the floor, broken by the foot that kicked through it. Unfortunately, a foot was all that remained... sheared clean, just above the ankle. The ceiling was covered in blood splatter, it looked like a blood geyser. Reminded Jim of that scene from Nightmare on Elm Street, actually. The (a?) weird thing was that no blood had splattered or dripped -- at all. One book sat open and looked like a fire had been set on the open pages.

Everything else in the study was pristine.

It took a while, but the death of [REDACTED] became a cold case when the detectives gave up on it. Nothing made sense. Unfortunately, James hadn't given up. He couldn't. He started asking questions. He called people [REDACTED] did business with. Eventually, someone called him back -- Delta Green.

When Robert was in his 20s, he was an FBI field agent and a rising star in the agency. He and his partner became part of a task force pursuing a cult suspected of several kidnappings and murders across the country. The investigation went well until a raid on one of the cult's compounds. The results of that raid are classified.

Robert was unsure what he saw during that raid, but it was terrifying. It left him traumatized and his partner struggling with multple mental disorders. During an unusual debriefing, a woman with no name or rank explained to Robert what the official story was about the raid (bad intell, a shoot-out, the compound burning down). She emphasized to Robert that telling any other story would be very unwise.

After that, Robert retired from field work. He never spoke of the raid, but it haunted him. He drifted from organization to organization within the agency over the following decades. Both his work and his life slowly deteriorated. He became "old Bob," the employee nobody wanted. When he turned 50, he was offered a retirement buyout, which he took gladly.

Recently, someone came to Bob with an offer, a chance to redeem his messed up life. Since he had been toying with the idea of suicide anyway, he figured, "why not."