As a child in North Dakota, Low-Light was afraid of the dark, timid with animals, and shy of loud noises . . . until one precarious hunting expedition with his father .Low-Light somehow lost his way in the impenetrable darkness. He was found three weeks later with his flashlight, .22 rifle, and a grin from ear to ear. Ten years later he was an instructor at the Army marksmanship program in Fort Benning, and a self-taught expert on image intensification. Now working as a special agent with the CID (Criminal Investigation Division), Low-Light's workday begins when the sun goes down. Low-Light can precisely locate what most people doubt is even there. No dark hallway, back alley, or shadowy figure is beyond his tracking sight. It's as if he's invisible in the dark, but everything about the night is as clear as day to him. Like he has a sixth sense or something. COBRA once attempted a covert midnight attack through the San Andreas Fault, only to find Low-Light waiting on the other side! Don't even think about giving him the slip because no one knows the night better than Low-Light.
Sure Fire grew up on the proverbial poor side of town, in a neighborhood so rough that the street signs were covered with banners that read "Get Out While You Still Can!" While other kids were running numbers and hanging on street corners, Sure Fire was studying the martial arts with such skill and determination that he earned a black belt in Shoto-Kan Karate-Do on his sixteenth birthday. Seeing so many of life's injustices at such an early age made Sure Fire vow to defend the rights of others at all costs. After graduating from the Police Academy–where to this day, he still holds the record for not missing a single target–he joined the special investigation unit of the FBI. There he was first introduced to the workings of a terrorist organization called COBRA Command, having been assigned to investigate several of its high ranking members. His keen eye and sharp attention to detail didn't go unnoticed by the G. I. Joe Team. Recruiting was cinch once Sure Fire found out that extensive target practice took place every day before breakfast. He did them one better . . . those jelly doughnuts didn't have holes in the middle until Sure Fire loaded his gun!