In a darkly lit city street, in the shadows of an old burnt out car stands a figure of a man. A tall, broad, man with piercing eyes and a disturbed soul He seems unaware that sirens are ringing out and people are running away for what appears to be their lives. What, can he be thinking? Why is he so still, while everyone else is so paniced
These city streets are not unknown for crime. Since the Mayor took control things around here have been a little sinister. What with the Afghanistani's the heroin trade and the Third Way political machine ritualistically mutilating in Machiavellian tradition. Society as we know it is on the brinkers of either collapse or revolution That man stays in your mind for some reason I have yet to understand. I had to follow him just out of curiosity, then I noticed why he had the charisma I needed to get us out of here