I'm Agent Thorn, freelance espionage agent, security consultant, retired terrorist, and operative for the Draco Foundation. AMA!

Hullo there.

I'm Agent Thorn. Elven-born in Ireland -- fuck the Tir, thanks very much -- and raised there amidst nigh all the troubles the century could muster. I grew up flinging Molotovs with the lads, Awakened as an adept and learned a few new tricks, then took me show on the road, working for Argus, when MET 2000 offered me a job instead of a bullet in the brain. I got to travel to new places, meet new and interesting people, and either foment or put down rebellions (depending on which Argus manager it was that had sent me there, and just who was footing the tab).

After a few years (fine, fine, a few decades) of globe-trotting to start fires and/or put them out, I decided to get right th'fuck out of the bloody business. Mostly. I had a few loose ends to tie up here and there -- for a time, accidents abounded between my least palatable of former associates -- but then I wanted to settle down. I thought. Ahem.

• I was chilling out, maxing, relaxing, all cool,

• When Nadja Daviar approached me out of the blue.

• She said 'the Draco Foundation's out to do good work,'

• And 'in the shadows, saving lives, would you like to work.'

• So I made a few calls, and saw her claims were legit,

• And in the Dee-Eff I figured that my skill-set would fit.

• I fight to keep the balance like the Big Dee wanted,

• Striking from the shadows, keep the bad guys blunted.

• I train security, hit the field, go on op-er-ations,

• I'm still the best there is at this, for your in-for-mation.

• Jackpoint favors get called in at weird times, what do you do?

• An AMA when gut-shot, underground, on painkillers, too.

• So I'm a little loopy, but your patience, please,

• I'll get to all your questions, from your As to your Zs.

And...and...allright, fuck it. That was bloody exhaustin'. Me head's spinning. Don't let anyone tell you a Kalishnikov's not still plenty nasty, yeah? But anyways, I've some time to kill. Ask your silly questions. I'll not cross Ms. Daviar's NDA -- we take that sort of thing very seriously, as it turns out, sanctions abound -- but I'll spill th'beans on most anybody else, off the top of me head. Information yearns to be free, and all that claptrap.

So. Ask me anything.