He had been out for so long. He had been out and seen nightmares that never should have been seen. His wife on the floor, the air being heavy and most of all, the man's face right before he passed out from being shot in the head. He had just gotten him from war, gotten a job and yet... He had a lot of pent up anger that stemmed from way back. Coming from when he found his mother and father on the floor, bleeding out. So when he found his wife. He was so distracted by grief that he was shot in the head. How unlucky for the shooter though. Because not only did he survive, when he came too, he called the one woman that ever cared. The woman who raised him and kept him out of trouble." I'm sorry mom a bear. But you're going to see a lot on the news from our home town. They will all be punished." His voices was thick with a southern twang. Their was anger in it. Red hot anger that would make most people run away." I am..... in a world of shit." He then hung up on his handler and went home, grabbing every gun, his body armor and his other tools of the trade before going to war on the streets.<br/><br/>( present day two years later)<br/><br/>At this time he had killed so many people. He had kill a total of a hundred and was still going. He had a man named Brevard which he had captured and had strapped to a chat, which was hooked to a twelve volt battery. He started asking him questions. What his name was and if he knew who killed his wife. When the man told him to go fuck himself, he sent electronic city through his body. Then he proceeded to beat the shit out of him and broke a few bones in the process." Come on bub. Don't be coy. Just tell me what I want to know and ill let you go." He man told him that he didn't know, he was only told to kill the wife and delta force soldier. This pissed off the man and he punched him in the throat and shocked him again." We will go all night then."<br/><br/><br/>The director of delta force head quarters had everyone in a frenzy. No one knew why, not even the man with no names handler. Only that he was going to her office to get her up up to speed and he barged into her room and said in a coarse and panicked voice." Publisher is active. He's been torturing criminals and killing them. You're his handler. So bring him home, bring him in for a court martial."