DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. Just borrowing.

AUTHORS NOTE: The idea for this was created in the middle of an IT exam and that was when this prologue was written as well…if anyone's ever sat through a three day IT exam you will see how that explains everything. If you haven't…lets just say it leaves you sanity challenged.

Prologue

The world ended on the 1st of January 2000. At least, it was supposed to, it was rather delayed by an unfortunate set of circumstances, unfortunate if you wanted the world to end that is. Now, almost 300 years later, arguments for the world ending on that day being a good thing were piling up rapidly.

Up until the year 2000, wars were relatively messy business, lots of one on one slaughter with tiny bits of metal being propelled at high speeds into people's bodies…same idea as spitting paper pellets at someone with a straw except ever so slightly more deadly. However, humans have been driven for many years by the desire to kill more people, quicker and with less need for elbow grease at the end. So what did we think? Well, we didn't, that being the key problem with everything we do, instead, we decided to blow people up with bigger bits of metal and with some things that flashed pretty colours and had a tendency to hum. Also, we decided that face to face…or at least…general blurred shape in the distance to blurred shape in the distance was rather crude, so, for the most part, we now seal our soldiers in walking chunks of rather hard material, though of course, we have yet to eliminate the fast moving piece of metal as huge chunks of hard material are rather impractical indoors.

So we reach the year AC 197 and there have been a few wars…one forgets what they were about and some very elite soldiers have decided to take up a new line of work…well, haven't all little boys dreamed of being and assassin/private investigator/general violent man for hire at some point or other?

Now we must return to the small matter of the end of the world, as I have mentioned it did not occur and those involved in the supposed bringing about thereof, you might think were mildly disappointed. Well no, they are jubilant. Yes, are, they are still alive. As they gathered on that cold and rather dull looking night all those years ago…something happened, we forget that too, some of them died but those who survived regained consciousness in a field in southern France several months later and there were butterflies hovering around, yes, butterflies. One can be relatively sure these butterflies were most amused and giggled for a very long time. This unplanned trip to France, like many a poorly planned package holiday had surprising extras, no, not a picnic hamper, but immortality.

Sit back and imagine just how problematic and annoying that would be if anyone ever tried to kill them?