Field Supervisor, Night City DSA“This is a PLAGUE not a blessing. and these children are the dangerous and tragic victims of it. We must make the hard decisions on how to deal with them.”
Unlike many of the current crop of ISA flunkies, Mabel
Kheinn isn’t in this for power; she believes in what she is
doing. And what she is doing is attempting to contain the
single greatest threat humanity has ever seen: the
CyberEvolved. She has seen the statistics. She knows that
the Evolved are growing, and if not stopped now, threaten
to displace normal humans within four generations.
Reacting to the most basic racial survival instinct, Mabel
and millions like her have decided that humanity must not
fall to the cold logic of an evolutionary imperative, even
though the price may be the nation’s own children.
This hard attitude has come from a hard life. Mabel was
born October 7th. 1989, in Louisville, Kentucky, which made
her about seven when the Collapse hit. While hes unemployed
father found succor in Smash, her mother scrambled
to support the family with a series of odd jobs and desperate
tactics. Mabel escaped to the Army when she was an
under-age sixteen. She was just in time to be shipped to
Ecuador and the jungle hell of the “Second Central
American Conflict.” Any remaining innocence was burned
away by images of naplam devouring grass huts and the
screams of mutilated friends. When she returned in 2008,
she immediately requested reassignment out of the field
and into Army Intelligence. There, she particpated in
reseaching the ill-fated attempt by Military Intelligence to
take over the Crystal Palace in 2009. Narrowly avoiding the
purge of M.1. which resulted from that debacle, she laid
low for ten years, just marking time.
She finally came into her own during the Second American
Revolution in 2021. As the Eurocorps sent in their troops
to retrieve their “wayward” U.S. holdings, her group
helped coordinate the U.S. military’s response, which consisted
largely of occupying those facilities first and claiming
them as U.S. property. During the campaign, her fiance
was killed on an operation she was directing. After a dark
and mournful time, she resolved to avoid further “emotional
entanglements” and commit herself to her job.
She continued to excel at her duties. When she finally left
the service in 2022, she was quickly recruited by the
embryonic CorpSec. Field work revolved around “deactivating”
rogue edgerunners and other malcontents that insisted
on placing their personal interests above the needs of
the growing industries which were rebuilding the nation.
This was child’s play compared to Ecuador. Whether it
was scouting a site for a BuReloc operation or preventing
Eurocorp spys from infiltrating a Neo-American corporation,
she threw herself into her work. As well as builing a
strong reputation among the field ops as an excellent and
perceptive investigator, she was willing to follow orders
- intelligently as compared to blindly – which made her
popular with her supervisors.
By the time the ISA was declared in 2024, she was well
established in the CorpSec Undercover Operations
Division. It was she and a few other agents that brought
the Undercover Division’s activities to President
Whindam’s attention. Once it became apparent how effective
a force they were, he soon co-opted the entire division
as his own Domestic Security Agency. While still
nominally part of CorpSec, in reality the new agency now
operated as a separate part of the Executive Branch.
Just as her career seemed about to bloom, life dealt her
another joker. When she coldly rebuffed the advances of a
senator she had been assigned to protect, he got physical:
big mistake for both of them. When she was done with
him, a Trauma Team had to collect what was left. While
she once again avoided dismissal, her career with the
Agency appeared to be so much kibble.
But her vocal sentiments about the cyberevolved had garnered
the attention of Margaret Tuere, the new head of the
CDC, who shared Mabel’s paranoia about the plague survivors.
With Tuere’s sponsorship, Mabel has slowly managed
to work her way back into her superiors’ good graces.
Her assignment as the head of the Night City branch of the
DSA is her chance to re-establish the Agency’s confidence
in her abilities: Night City is still relatively new territory for
the ISA (as NorCal was a free state until recently) and handling
the “pacification” of the area is both an opportunity
and a test. She does not intend to blow it.
She has already managed to establish herself with her
field ops; they know her rep and respect her. She has carefully
cultivated her attitude towards the Raptors under her
command and now views them as tools to be handled carefully,
then disposed of quickly when the job is done. Her
relationship with BuReloc is good, as they know that they
can count on her support with their own operations. The
local police, on the other hand, resent her ability to step in
and take over almost any investigation at her whim and to
conduct city-wide operations without civil sanction.
She will pursue her duties here with the same single-mindedness
that has marked the majority of her career. This means
that the cyberkids of Night City can expect to find themselves
facing any number of undercover operations designed to
smoke them out. And she is very good at her job.
Mabel has kept on a rigorous physical training program
and, even though in her late thirties, she appears a decade
younger due to judicious nanotech applications. Her
demeanor is what you’d expect from a person of her background:
direct and efficient with little or no emotional
expression. That’s not to say that she doesn’t have emotions;
she just viciously represses them in order to do her
job. Unlike many who hunt the cyberevolved, she takes no
pleasure in killing these children, but sees it simply as her
neccesary duty. Her unrelenting attitude and uncornpromising
policies have made her equally harsh with her personal
life, limiting it to cordial relationships with her fellow
DSA agents and employees. There is a person in that
attractive but rigid frame, but she has honed herself into
the semblance of a machine. What it will take to throw a
monkey wrench into those gears?