"One day, my folks went to the cinema, and a car bomb took the whole street out. Had to ID them through cellular reconstruction. There were drone strikes every day, targeted molecular diseases, whole neighborhoods nerve gassed. The streets were filled with corpses, the government washed away. With my parents dead there was no reason to stay. I ended up in LA and took low-level work for B13, port security, that sort of stuff. I didn’t want to kill anymore. It was getting too easy. I’d started not to think about it, pop someone, then go get dinner, watch a movie. That scared me, how easy it was. Then one day, the FBI picked me up, made me an offer."