Nikolai sighed, leaning back into his seat as he looked around the room. "Though Jack here might already know this, my name is Master Sgt. Nikolai Svenic, and there's not much I can tell you about my past. I've been in the army for as long as I remember, and killing things is sort of an expertise for me. About three years ago, two bastards in lab coats came to my squads camp, and that's when it all came crashing down. See me and my men we're knee deep in enemy grounds, and most people thought we should've been dead at that point, but we were deadly and efficient. Anyway, the two people I mentioned earlier, a man and a woman as I recall, killed are watchman Ivan, and then proceeded to silently kill off the rest of are squad. I don't know why I had picked that night to be a scout, but when I came back to camp that night the two goons we're already pouring gas on the bodies. My rage took over, and when I came to I was in handcuffs, and the only thing left of the scientists was a bloody mist. They decided to tell all the military folks I'd gone on a rampage and killed eight people, but the higher ups, especially my commandant knew I couldn't have done it. The scientists were careful though, and the evidence against me passed right through the court. That leads up to the three years I spent in the Asylum, before I broke out during a riot I caused a day ago, and that story explains why I despise all scientists, and why I've started looking for answers about that night." Nikolai finished with a sigh, before pointing at Jack. "I hope that answers your damned suspicions kid, because not all guys that are labeled bad guys are bad guys."