Note: Just trying something that has come to mind. Again, may be a hit or miss. Probably the latter, but oh well, I like writing it :)

It had happened so fast and I still couldn't believe it. Alex Mercer was dead, killed by that James Heller person and with me out in Japan during it all, trying to find the perfect place to plant the bomb Alex made for those who found a way to escape. Needless to say only three of us snuck out, and I was one of them. With Mercer dead, I decided to keep the thing, hide it in me till I can find a place to toss it somewhere, somewhere that it be completely useless... could try to find a spaceship and shoot it into the sun. Either way, I needed to get money somehow while also keeping myself under the radar from the rest of Blacklight. Best way I could was as a mercenary and using the memories of soldiers, I became a killing machine of the utmost efficiency.

A bit of introduction is needed isn't it? My name is Nathan Joseph Maplewood, and I am one of Mercer's ex soldiers. I got most of the works other did, regeneration, enhanced speed, strength, bodily morphing, you name it. Only difference is, unlike the others, I had control over more then simple claws or axe hands like them. As far as my mind could go, I could make a few weapons ranging from what those soldiers called a 'Whipfist', a long range weapon for dealing with annoying snipers to a couple of up close weapons 'Claws' and 'Blade' as they called them. Unlike the others though, I can't turn others into Biobombs or make a armored form of myself... which is pretty damn lame, but upside is I can consume someone which make sneaking in a lot easier.

So far I've had to deal with some gueriilas and other mercs during jobs around the world, but over all it all ended the same way. Them dead, me living, me getting richer. Today's job was a bit... odd to say the least. Seems some company man, a mister Kageyama, had brought me in for some kind of transport job, a data disk. Normally I be skeptical, but he gave me fifty thousand reasons to forget it. Hell during the meeting I told him straight out "Look you honestly don't give a damn about me and we I don't honestly care for you or what's on that disk. All I care for is the money, so just hand it over and let's get this over with" to which he did after looking at me displeased. Like I care... pencil pushing bastard.

Now here I am on a ship headed for some place called Ronapur. Honestly it sounds like something a drunk irish man would say after one too many bottles of beer. While below deck in a small cabin, I decided to look myself over in the mirror, just for sake of appearance. Charcoal black hoody with symbol on front of a jagged tooth skull and blood red anarchy eye, check. Black jeans with chain from belt loop to pocket just for punk look, check. Crimson belt with skull and magenta eyes along with two cutlass swords crossed under it, check. Black combat boots, check. The rest is of Caucasian skin, black hair spiked up a bit and a pair of tortoise shell glasses, black framed with oddly enough, dark forest green lenses.

As I looked at myself, I felt my weapons on me, only four of them to make me seem more 'mercenary' and to use in order to keep the whole 'normal' thing. Though so far being called 'The Immortal' was a real pain in the ass. On my person were two pistols, a model 444 Taurus Raging Bull with black finish and same model, but silver finish, both with golden scorpions on the chamber. Third gun was a Sig 552 Commando with ACOG Scope, Front Grip, Collapsible Stock, and Dual Magazine with factory standard finish. I call her 'Lei Diavolo'. Final gun was a collapsible stock MP5 with EOTech sight and strobe light. Before even sitting down, I could hear gunshots resound up deck and despite my logic mind telling me to stay below deck, my more dominant side was yelling 'I'm bored lets kill!' and of course I followed it... kinda wish I hadn't. Hiding near a wall, he looked around the corner to see the idiots of the ship held hostage by a large, bald, African American, with sunglasses and a shotgun, pump action.

As I was reaching back, I felt something... cold. My hand slowly raises and felt the cold metal of a gun as I sigh and found out, I had been snuck up on. Without any hesitation "Two revolvers in side pockets and MP5 under back of hoody" I said as I heard the weapons hit the floor. I was pushed forward as laughing hit my ears, but it wasn't what I was expecting. It was a woman's laugh.

"Alright, now get moving you fucking dumbass" she said as she forced me to walk out, gun to my head..

I waved my hand to the large man "Hey. I was going to shoot you, but your friend caught me by surprise." I admitted as he seemed... calm. Just to make small talk I ask "So... what bring a large man and some chick here to this ship in the middle of goddamn nowhere?"

"Someone's paid us to get some information that is being delivered by this boat. We are here to retrieve it" the large man said, still calm. Now at this point I kept myself calm as I was seating amongst the other captives. From here I can see the woman and by the devil's name was she a beaut. Red hair, tattoo arm, tanktop, shorts, and wielding two guns... damn I love women in tight clothing.

The woman groans "Come on Dutch, let's kill them one at a time till we get the info" she said.

At this point, I intervened "How much you getting paid for this?"

"Twenty grand" the one called Dutch said,

With a soft whistle, I casually pulled the disk out "If I was getting paid less for this I let you have it, but for me to give it up with my payment... well now that be counter productive" I said with a grin. I stood up as the woman aimed her gun at my head. Only change in plans is now I am going to have to fight these two. The ORIGINAL plan was get to Ronapur, kill the crew, and deliver the disk, but now I have to fight these two... oh well, time to instigate.

I looked at her and with a grin I started to antagonize "Go ahead and shoot me, if you got the balls you redheaded dike"

"What the fuck did you just say asshole?" she asked, cocking back the hammer of her pistol

With a bigger grin, I just keep it up "Come on you bush eating fuckhead, I said if your going to shoot me then do it" as before long, I heard the gunshot and the bullet enter my skull as my head falls back. Now it was fun time. As my head slowly came back up, right before their eyes, they could see the hole in my head closing along with red and black mass covering it.

I pocket the disk "My turn" I told them as I extend my right arm and swing it around, causing them to jump back, dodging my arm's transformation into my blade. It was like other blades, but with sharp, serrated edges on it. As the hostages try to run, I turn and cut them down before turning back to the two "So... want to play?" I asked before they saw the large scar across the metal of the ship from my blade arm and the grin on my face.