Conner Cad

The jackass who spots what everyone else misses.

Conner Cad is the kind of guy other teams put up with because he finds things nobody else does. Three years with Guardians International, another stretch as a PI after getting drummed out of the Milpitas Police Department for arresting the wrong person — or depending on who you ask, the right person at the wrong time. Samuel Mostert picked him up off PI contracts where Conner had a reputation for getting results and getting under everyone's skin in equal measure. He's still exactly that guy.

ENFP-T — Campaigner with a turbulent streak. He slouches. He makes crude jokes at the wrong moments. He says "fuckboys" and "fuckwits" like punctuation. Off-duty, he'll walk into a room looking like he lost a fight with every mosquito in Belize. He's the least athletic person on the Guardians' roster and he knows it, which is part of why nobody takes him seriously until he's the one who spots the shooter three buildings over or realizes the van that's been circling is actually the threat.

Field loadout: SIG MCX Virtus Rifle, retractable shield on the left arm, armor plating over the tactical blacks. He uses the shield to deflect shrapnel and take rounds he shouldn't walk away from. Gets shot in the forearm and keeps moving. The comedy of Conner Cad is that the man is functionally indestructible in ways that have nothing to do with the armor.

The thing people on the team don't expect — the thing he probably doesn't advertise — is that he's the one who brought Amy Lark a teddy bear and a balloon when she was in the hospital. He doesn't do that for just anyone. He's the kind of person who looks like he doesn't care about anything, until he cares about something completely. And then he doesn't know what to do with that either.