Frankie drove through the urban wastes, slowing down as he noticed a singular figure standing in the broken ruins of the city.  He was dangerously close to the energy signature, but there was no way of telling whether or not that was his particular errand.  Frankie came to a stop not far from the solitary figure, hopping up and out of the scout buggy.  "Are you legend sir?"  Frankie asked, not sure if he was reciting the password of a long destroyed intelligence agency or just trying to put the figure off balance.<br/><br/>"You look very familiar... Yes, the eastern front, world war 2... You look just like one of the German generals.  Funny how those things work.  Go around for four hundred years and you're bound to meet two people who look alike.  That general though, I'll remember him forever, he fought with a knife like a tiger, and in the end I had to throw him in front of a train.  The look in his eyes, that's what you have, that defiant world weary look that never left his face even as the wheels of the train ground him into dust."  Frankie snickered a little bit, wondering if he had done enough to establish himself as a crazy monster and get the poor fool running the other way.