Marshall Law

The year is 1988, a couple of crazy young adults are backpacking around the world, 1 young English lad called Phil and a young lady from Ireland by the name of Ailish, she was only 17 and heavily pregnant. As they travelled the world from the pyramids of Egypt to the Great wall of China and the Barrier Reef, they spent a few weeks in Vietnam. On a humid springs day in April as they were travelling around the North Annamese Mountains she suddenly started having some serious contractions and her waters broke….I won’t go into the details too much, but on this day a boy was born. They were never really sure if they wanted the baby and as they were alone in the wilds of Vietnam they made the hardest decision of their lives and decided to leave the baby all alone in the mountains (they had never told her catholic parents they were pregnant and didn’t want to have to explain it to them). They carried on their way and never returned, but the baby….the baby survived.

Picked up by the jaws of a gorgeous wild Tiger, they child was carried off to the rest of the Tiger community, they fed him, watered him, kept him warm at night and treated the young boy as if he was their own, years passed and as the boy grew older he never gave a thought about why he was living with tigers or who his real parents could be. He was happy and that was all that mattered.

Fast forward to 2003, 15 years old, the boy with no name was spending the day basking in the sun on his favourite branch of his favourite Kapok tree eating a Juicy yellow Papaya, when he heard roars and shouting and gunshots. He ran back to his home to find that the Tigers had mostly been captured or killed by hunters, he fought 2 of the hunters, biting off one of their ears and knocking the other one unconscious. Once realising he couldn’t stop the raid he fled back through the jungle until bang, a gunshot, straight to his chest, nothing but blackness.

He awoke a few days later, the gunshot must have just missed his heart and he had been healed by a medic of the People’s Army of Vietnam. They had shot him in the crossfire during the middle of an ongoing militia training exercise, fortunately he was OK and they took him in as a way of an apology, they gave him a name, he had never had a name before. He would now be known as, Nguyen Lian Len. He spent around 15 years with the Militia, endured various training in armed and unarmed combat, specialist missions on land, air and sea. He became one of the finest soldiers the Army of Vietnam had ever seen, specialising mostly in Ground force operations.

He went from being mainly an infantry mam/boy, and gradually worked his way up to become an officer, however even as an officer Len loved being on the front line, he was a talented marksman and a master behind the wheel of a jeep, dodging and weaving around the wilderness of the Vietnamese jungles. In his 15 years he never once had a failed mission, although there was one time where although the overall mission was a success, it didn’t end to well for Len.

They were on a border patrol and a gang of smugglers from Laos, there were gunfights, chases, the works, but after 2 days of action when Len managed to get in behind the enemy lines and take the leader captive that his best friend Hworang Chee was captured and killed right in front of him, Len snapped the Laos leaders neck and then went on to single handed slaughter the rest of the gang with just his bare hands, a bottle opener and a cigarette lighter. He was bloody and bruised and he came out victorious but he had lost a friend and this hurt Len more than anything ever had before.

Len’s time with the Militia came to an end, he had gone above and beyond for the People’s Army and they were all sincerely grateful for everything he had done for them and the successes that they had had with him as part of the team. He hopped on a small cargo plane and flew to a few places until finally ending up in London, UK.

Now at the age of 30, living on the streets of London, Len had a few things in his possession from the Militia, his favourite knife, his pistol named ‘Hworang’ after his friend and a picture he had taken at the Hanoi Wildlife Rescue Centre where he visited when he was 23 and managed to free all of the captured Tigers on an unsanctioned mission with his best mate. He didn’t know where to begin until he saw a man hitting and trying to take a bag from a middle aged overweight lady down a back alley near Greggs, he ran over and grabbed the man by the neck and threw him to the ground, the man ran off scared and the woman picked up her bag and gave Len a hug, she asked his name but due to his background he lied and told her it was Marshall (The only TV programme he had ever seen was Marshall Law and this just suddenly came to his head).

Marshall decided that from then on he would spend his years roaming the streets of London, a vigilante, fighting crime his own way. Until one day a police officer caught him in the act, they became friends and Marshall would not only help stop the crime but also tip off his buddy Dave in the police force too!

A year later, Dave introduced Marshall to his boss, they sat for hours and hours talking about his past experiences and how he had come to London to finally make somewhat of a life for himself and forget about some of his past. Dave and his boss helped Marshall in getting an education, a passport and after 12 months he was in a position to finally join the police force. But not just any police force, this was Kraken police force, one of the most specialist divisions in all of the UK.

He worked through the ranks in no time, from a traffic constable to armed response all the way to Chief of Police, he spends some of his time training new recruits and telling his stories to the rest of the force, but also can be found still roaming the streets in his Kraken PD uniform, stopping drunk drivers, busting drug deals, chasing bank robbers… keep an eye out, cause he’ll have an eye on you.