[This is written in first person.] You ever have a really bad day? I'm not simply talking about losing your phone, or getting a flat tire, no, I'm talking about a BAD day. One that changes everything. I have. It was the day my father was murdered. I'll spare you most of the details. Dad wakes up, goes to check the living room, we hear some banging, go check it out...dad's on the floor, and all me and Mom see are two green eyes. You ever stare at a lightbulb long enough, and see it even when you look away? Even when it's gone, the afterimage, you can still mentalize it, see it if you really think hard about it. I never stopped thinking about those eyes. I could recognize them from a mile away. I could feel them staring at me when I slept. I was terrified, all the time. Didn't matter where I went or what I did, those eyes were there. Eventually, I decided I was tired of being afraid. I wanted to fight back, get my life back. My first augment was a serrated blade, only about as big as my finger. Broke on the first guy I used it on. From there on, I stopped buying cheap. Got something better. Got more, too. Kept getting more. Harder, heavier, bigger, I just kept going. Now, I got chrome and steel over 89% of my body, according to my diagnostics. Augmented vision, silent running, stabilizing tech to make sure I never miss...that's a new one. Because I did miss. I found him. I took the shot, and...I hit his kid. I don't know if I'll ever get another shot at him. I know who he is, I know what he's done, and what he's been doing. But if I do...I ain't missing again.
