Minea Dahl was born, lived, and continues to live, a fairly normal unevolved person. As normal as you can get for a woman in her line of work.
A childhood filled with it's happy moments, sad moments, pets that passed away, trips to the hospital for various small injuries, a handful of brothers in a middle class blue collar home. Dad was a cop, mom was a homemaker. A very uneventful life in Oakbrook Illinois. Picket fence, dogs, 3.5 kids, the whole works. Perhaps it was her status as the middle child that made her chafe a bit when she hit her teens, or maybe the only girl within four kids, the rest all boys. Who knows. But what is known is that she developed an affinity for things artistic, and to test the bounds of authority. A thought to cure this was to toss her in with her brothers in the ranks of the Junior ROTC. This worked, to a degree, shaping her up a bit, giving her some motivation, or quite possibly it was because her brothers were there at every turn, younger and older, ready to report on her behavior.
Which was why, quite happily, when high school ended, and post collegiate opportunities came around, Minea escaped. An option to join the military, like her older brother did, was turned down in favor of Columbia university. Art was her talent, art was what she would follow. For two years she kicked around their art department, studying some art history, but her interest and skill lay in printmaking, calligraphy and all manner of photography and photo-manipulation. But she grew bored with the lesson plans and the pace that the courses all went at and left. Her thought to open her own little place and design shirts for the masses, and a photography business on the side. She gave it a year, before going under, not making anywhere near enough to keep it up and loosing money instead. No money to return to school, realizing the need for education, she decided to give in and go that path of her older brother and now her younger brother.
Join the Army they said. See the world they said. After much sniffing around, and countersniffing by the military she joined, papers were signed, hands shook and soon Minea was in the drab colors of the Army at the age of 20. After testing, boot camp, some chafing against the bit with the military authority, she was back in school. No boredom this time though, she had committed and there was a lot riding on this. Over the next two years, she stuck her nose to the grindstone, practical subjects that they preferred to see within their soon to be employees, as well as artistic ones, including photography being taken and stuffed under her belt. The military in turn noticed her raw talent, but opted to wait it out, see how she did under the thumb of the military. Minea worked day in, day out with the army in an administration job. Filing documents, typing up various memo's, working her way up from data entry in the normal military at Scott's Air Force Base till she made her way into Army Intelligence sector doing much the same thing. She kept her nose clean, passes tests, took training and night courses on the side in photography and a few different languages in order to better herself in the military's eye's and to satisfy the creative side of her with the photography. She was switched to Document authentication of army intelligence at some point, handed documents that needed to be reproduced electronically for records, to make it more readable or translated. It was the start of her career in military intelligence.
Over the next three years she proved her skill on gleaning information off damaged documents, reproducing the information, or at times, repairing documentation when the situation called for it. She paid meticulous attention to detail and her gradual increase in security clearance caused other sections of the military intelligence network to send information her way that was on backlog. But if she was well skilled at repairing documents, how good was she at copying them? She did have a degree and history involving art. Only way to know was to test her out. Fed this and that, things that weren't important and wouldn't cost someone their life. They identified her weakness's and determined whether it could be improved or not. It was at this point that she decided that while the military aspect of it all was enjoyable, they were offering early leave for personnel. A deal was struck, and she took an honorable discharge and moved from the military aspect of her job, to a civilian aspect. With her security clearance, there was a little less red tape for her to go through, and they could shuffle her to the various intelligence departments under the DIA as was needed, though mostly she remained within the ISA. She remained stateside for a time, preparing documentation that wasn't needed right away, working to perfect her abilities, keep up to date on the ever increasing technology and security of documents. learn to spot the fakes, make sure her fakes would stand up to scrutiny. She took a particular liking to the challenge of European documents and their complexities.
When she was loaned out to other divisions, This meant that she got tried out in the real world for the first part of her service term, on foreign (European) soil where she had an hour to forge signatures, on acquired document blanks, forge passports with only a few days, not a nice couple weeks. Not her usual amount of pressure, but she learned to take it in stride, that and usually she was squirreled away safe in a building most of the time with most of the technology that she needed. She flourished in that environment, never a dull moment for her and the adrenaline thrill when her job was done. Not once, did she ever look back and wish she'd done something else. She'd found her niche in life. A few times even, she was used to secure photographs, in situations where there was minor or no threat. Enjoyable, but not what she truly desired out of her life. Though being out of a computer lab and in fresh air was a nice change of pace. Europe however was not to be for long, and the combined military intelligence community had other areas to try her out in. Confidant in her abilities, they shoveled her off to another country. Sink or swim time.
Next stop was South America, and from then till now she did what she does and enjoyed it. Forge documents. The weather was much preferred there, than to Europe, but if you asked her, south of France was better. Though, there wasn't much need for her skills there. She'd stay back in South America if there was a need for her again. But requests and orders specified that New York has been asking for alot of documents, enough of them that she was handed her new transfer and assignment and told to go. So she's packed her bags and headed to the site of the explosion that rocked the world. Sergeant Dahl was headed to the big apple and a whole new slew of stuff to do.
Minea died on a cold October night at the hands of Teodoro Laudani. Just another dead company agent. The best kind of company agent.
