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him.
I was however able to deduce that whatever had happened between my
mother and him was not pleasant. So as an entity on the day of my
birth, my father was a non-entity. My uncle too was something of a
mystery man back then, and on some subjects it was not wise to
disagree with him on them. When I was fourteen, my uncle started
teaching me the rigors of bounty hunting, and then later wilderness
survival, but did not let me get in on the hunts until I was
sixteen. To say that the training my uncle subjected me to was
intense is an understatement. He trained me in all aspects of
survival, and combat. There were many times I wondered what certain
types of training had to do with catching felons, but I trusted my
uncle’s judgment and hung in there and trained. The fact that I
seemed to learn everything he taught me quickly surprised him. It
also galvanized him to increase my training. He did tell me one day
after a very intense training session, that all he is teaching me
will not be enough. Later when he determined I was ready, he would
be taking me somewhere else where I would learn some very unique
combat and survival skills. Upon questioning him on what type of
training, he would only state sternly, “Wait!” So for the next four
years I managed to attend college and work with him part time
apprehending felons. After I obtained my degree in Investigative
Science I then joined my uncle full time. Two years after joining
with my uncle, he mysteriously vanished while working on a case,
which led him to Antarctica. For some reason, he hid this case from
me, and it wasn't until later, while going through his datapad that
I was able to piece together part of the case.

    Whoever he was tracking had my uncle very
nervous and very afraid. That fact alone scared me, for throughout
the years I had known him, my uncle feared no man, or for that
matter no beast that lived. My uncle was a bull of a man. Just
short of six feet and around three hundred and ten pounds of solid
muscle, there was nothing that frightened him. In hand to hand
combat, the only man I had seen that bested him was the combat
instructor who had originally trained him, and that was a very rare
occasion. While a child on a camping trip with him, I witnessed my
uncle, with nothing but twelve inch hunting knives in each hand,
fight a bear to a standstill. True he needed a few stitches
afterwards, but he had made the bear decide that there must be
easier prey elsewhere. I had seen him go into a bar after a perp
who had quite a few buddies with him, and he came out dragging the
perp by his foot. The perp buddies? Well I was instructed to call
Med 911 for them. After his disappearance I spent the next nine
months relentlessly trying to track my uncle down to no avail. The
trail led to Antarctica, and even after almost fifty years that
continent is still off limits today to everyone. Did my uncle make
it to Antarctica? I don't know. All official inquiries made on
whether my uncle made it to Antarctica, came back to me stating no.
I was also, in a not very friendly manner reminded of the permanent
quarantine around Antarctica and the threat of immediate death if
caught trying to get there. It was as if my uncle and all clues
leading to him simply vanished off the face of the earth. I decided
right then that I was going to master this trade and that I would
not stop until I had found my uncle or what had happened to him.
That was seven years ago. So as you can see, I am a Manhunter. Is
that the same as Bounty Hunter? Yes. I just prefer the term
Manhunter. You see this is the year 2089, and law enforcement has
become more specialized in their duties. Crime and terrorism has
become very high tech, and due to the vast uninhabited areas of the
world, law enforcement agencies here and all over the world have
their hands full fighting this new high tech crime and terrorism.
As a result law enforcement just didn't have the manpower to hunt
for certain fugitives and bring them