History - (Solo of Fortune 2)

Mom was Russian, dad was from the South Bronx, and I was the meanest kid on my block. I was the leader of my neighborhood combat gang during the Collapse days by Adam Smasher (we'd rumble in what was left of Yankee Stadium), and when the Army finally killed off the last of my bloodboys, I signed right up. (I wasn't stupid—the military had way better guns than we did!) Six years as a Marine taught me a lot, and when I was kicked out ("Insubordination" they called it yeah, right.) I took up the life of a Street Samurai back in my hometown. I've been here in the Rotten Apple ever since, but things have changed. Oh yeah.

Extractions, assassinations, harassment and demolitions jobs came and went, and I made some good euro, but I didn't realize that my bones and muscles were holding me back! Not until that corporate "reverse engineering" op.