Eliot Brown was your typical, anonymous office drudge in the "Information Age." He worked at a call center, taking phone calls eight hours a day listening to people complain of problems with their cable or why they can't pay their bill this month. Add to that an hour commute each way -- at least he had his model rocket hobby. He could imagine, when he launched one of his rockets, that he was sending a particularly irate customer or one of his bosses to his fate.

One Saturday, as Eliot walked out of his garage with a new, two-stage rocket in one hand and its remote in the other, a "suit" was there to greet him. The FAA man began to admonish Eliot severely, claiming that his rockets were a danger to flights leaving the airport some 30 miles away. To Eliot, this was ridiculous: he knew his models didn't have the range to come even close to aircraft that far from the airport. But here was this man, threatening to take his one outlet away...

When the FAA agent reached into his jacket, Eliot snapped. His eyes narrowed, a thumb twitched, and the rocket launched out of his hand. When it struck the agent in the chest Eliot triggered the second stage and the rocket exploded, taking the agent down -- a subpoena falling from his dead hand. Eliot stared over the corpse and murmured, "I guess you weren't fast enough on the draw, pardner." Then he disappeared.

Some time later, and several states away, a new recruit showed up at a GI Joe rally wearing black, and affecting a gunfighter's swagger. Sent to indoctrination camp, his determined mindset and affinity for rockets won him a chance to train on the real thing: military hardware for portable, surface to surface and surface to air missiles. Calling himself "Fast Draw", Eliot dons a black cowboy hat and a combination ear protector and facemask, both to protect from the smoke and thunder of his rockets, and to keep his identity hidden from the law enforcement agencies seeking him.

"Outlaws wear black, right?"