BEFORE I GET STARTED, ADAM DENZEL IS GRAVEROBBER .
Adam Denzel, known much better around the streets of Sanitarium( I've always understood Sanitarium as the city in RTGO.) as GraveRobber, happily propped his feet up on old Rotti Largo's desk. GeneCo. was his. He couldn't ask for more. Glancing down at the desk, he noticed a stick of lip balm.
'And Amber Sweet, is addicted to the knife...turns out she got a little too close to that knife. HA! Dumb bitch.'
Amber Sweet's reign from the very desk where Adam sat had been a short one. After last year's infamous "Genetic Bloodbath", Amber had taken over for her late father. About three months later, her brother Luigi had woken her up in the middle of the night to give her a heart from one of Pavi's...more recent GENterns. After the fight to take GeneCo. had been won, the three Largo children had been more a united front than ever. At least, that's what the public thought.
But not after that night.
From what Adam had heard, disregarding that fact that the story had sloshed around with other thoughts in his brain and been forgotten somewhat, Amber had slapped the heart out of Luigi's hands and told him to "Go find Pavi and ask him for a rub!". Anyone who hadn't been living under a rock for the past fifty years would know exactly what happens when Luigi Largo gets told off in such a manner.
The GeneCops had found Amber perfectly unscathed, if you ignored her cut open nightgown and chest. They never found the heart. After that incident, the Largos faded away. They say around the streets that Luigi got Retaliatory Repossession from prison. Nobody ever saw Pavi, or another GENtern, again. After that, Adam just had to...well, step up. They just let him become Geneco.'s owner.
But CEO life wasn't that bad. Money, support, Tequila. And every once in a while, He'd have one of the Z Dogs come in, and just beg him for a hit. They'd try to pay, but he'd just slap them, right across the face.
"Go find a GraveRobber."
That's what he'd tell them.
The ringing of the elevator that was the office's only entrance and exit brought him back to reality. A man stepped out, obviously off of the streets. A chewed, frayed trenchcoat sagged over his shoulders. The hood over his head, shadowed his face. he walked towards the desk with a great limp. A hole in the undershirt he wore revealed unnaturally clean leather.
"I need a Tendon A. transplant."
A smirk crossed Adam's face, and he leaned in. His hearty, content voiced boomed throughout the office.
"Lift your hood, good man! I'd like to see the face of the next person who's life I change."
The man lifted his hood as commanded, and Adam's jaw dropped.
"Nate?"
