1957: It's a year I'll never forget. It had little to do with the launch of Sputnik, although, in a way, it had much to do with the launch of Sputnik.
It's the height of the Cold War, some would call it, and I was working for the US CIA in Finland. That's where I learned about the Artifacts.
I was undercover, chasing a known Soviet spy. I cornered him, and he unleashed some weird weapon on me. It was like a flamethrower, but he threw the fire at me, not shooting it from any weapon.
Fortunately, for me anyway, I was able to get behind cover and get a clean shot to his head. It brought him and his weapon down. I examined the body, particularly the bizarre glove-like weapon on his hand. It looked to be made from iron and had strange symbols carved onto it. I took it, and looking back, if I hadn't, maybe my life would have been normal. But, in a way, it was my duty, and I did my duty.
Later that night, they found me. They had been looking for it too, but the Soviets had found it first. They explained that, long ago, these artifacts had been made and forged with certain powers. Items like Thor's hammer, or Greek Fire, or the building of the pyramids, or Stonehenge, all related to these "artifacts." What they could do, what they looked like, it all varied. How they worked, it was not quite understood. But there was one thing they made clear: Hitler knew about them and was collecting them, Stalin had learned of them and wanted them, and now the USSR was still after them, and by them planned to launch Sputnik. I knew of Sputnik, but this all sounded like bologna to me. But then, I couldn't deny that weapon on the table.
So, for the greater cause, I joined their group. I'm considered a rogue agent by the CIA and a serious threat by the USSR. I'm a man without a country, but so are all of the Curators.