That morning had began like any other. Up before dawn, work out, eat breakfast, work out again, then shower. Despite his status, Ethan didn't let old habits die so easily. His apartment wasn' large, barely enough to suite a single occupant. There was very little color, and the items that furnished the space appeared to be old and worn. Still, it was clean and well-managed, all things considered.<br/><br/>Business had been a bit slower than normal but that was nothing new. Ethan's skill set was always needed by someone or another, but his mastery of that set made him somewhat expensive. He had to charge a lot to keep up his augments; they were discount-store products after all. Military technology required very specialized care, which was equally expensive.<br/><br/>Deciding to try to find a job that morning, Ethan laced up his trainers and went for a run. Most people knew better than to cause him trouble, even in the slums, so he wasn' too worried about what he might run into. Perhaps he should have been worrying more about what might run into him.<br/><br/>Ethan had diverted his attention for just a moment. Just one. The pretty girl across the street in the short skirt just happened to catch is eye, distracting him enough to not see the oncoming car. Before he knew it, Ethan bounced off the front of the car and rolled off to the side. "Fucking shit...!" He exclaimed loudly, his whole body throbbing at once.<br/><br/>The driver was out quickly, and people had gathered around him. His augmented limbs bore the damage well, but the parts of him that were still biological and squishy ached, the nerves screaming for justice and rest all at the same time. Ethan was dazed for a moment, but slowly started to stand up. There was a deep cut on his forehead, and almost certainly some bruised and broken ribs.<br/><br/>"You gotta be fucking kidding me..." he groaned, his head still spinning. "Fucking rich bastards. Why don't you watch where you're going?"