His name was forgotten, left behind with the world he had sought to escape. Now, among the Templars, he was issued a new name, a code name: "Accelerator". This name, "Accelerator", was made from his ability. The ability to manupilate the vectors of matter and energy. The scientist which presented him to the Templar order, said thus, "To sum up his ability completely, if an object, no matter how small or large, possess any motion, he will definitely be able to control it. If he can touch it, it belongs in his realm. To the Templar Order, I present to you, Accelerator!"<br/><br/>Shogo "Accelerator" Kawada was his name up to date. He sat up on his bed, it was nearly time to go to the disposal facility, but what could they do if he was late? Exactly, nothing. Accelerator closed his eyes just as a knock resounded in his room and the pneumatics hissing slightly as the visitor tresspassed his privacy. "Accelerator, you've got a new assignment. Read the file before you go to the briefing room tomorrow. And Jack asks for you to reach the test labs on time today."<br/><br/>The man exited, not waiting for a reply, knowing that it would never come. Accelerator only reveal his true self when in the gory art of combat, a hot blooded sadist. The door shut and Accelerator opened his eyes and placed the envelope on the bedside table. He stood, running a hand through his hair. The lab was in the Disposal facility, his job was to deal with humans, Harbingers, Rogue Templars, criminals, he didn't care. He scooped up a deck of metal cards, each divided into multiple triangles and would break off with a small amount of force.<br/><br/>He exited his room and entered a six-digit code, sealing his room from non-authorised personel and entered the shuttle station. The bus was a minute late and his lips twitched slightly in annoyance as he boarded the vehicle, tapping an ID card on a scanner as he entered.<br/><br/>The trip took longer then planned, but he got there anyway. He tapped his card as he exited the bus and was sucked into the dim light of the building. He entered disposal room four, it was his playground but, it seemed as though the toys weren't here yet. Accelerator drew a frag card, the blueish metal glinting in the flouriscent lighting. Then Jack's voice came in, terribly distorted by blood-caked speakers, "rogue Templar, Accelerator prepare."<br/><br/>Accelerator relaxed his posture, "Ready."<br/><br/>The door opposite him opened and a man was roughly shoved in. The man drew his pistol and aimed at Accelerator. Accelerator held his hands by his side, waist level, "Go on, shoot me, unless you want me to make a move first."<br/><br/>The automatic pistol spat a trio of bullets, all aimed at his head. All of them hit the intended target, and were promptly reflected back to its owner. The gun was knocked out of the subject's hands and bounced on the white-washed floor. The other two bullets shredded his left biceps. "My turn," Accelerator raised a palm, and on it, was a frag card. The metal triangles exploded and ripped the subject to nothing but chunks of flesh and bone. Oh, how boring. Speaking to Jack, he said, "Oi! Can you stop underestimating me?"<br/><br/>Jack responed in a dead-pan voice, "Two harbingers, Accelerator prepare."<br/><br/>"Now that's more like it!" he grinned, as two more frag cards were drawn.