Prologue
He hadn't ever been the smartest or the most handsome man; time, radiation, and life hadn't helped. He was experienced and knowledgeable in certain areas: combat and gun maintenance. Needed more than a little work on conversational skills and while he could cook food that was edible, don't expect it to taste good. Didn't matter much these days, though. All he did was work as a bouncer. Only skill he got to put to use was his hand to hand combat, but even then no one was much of a challenge. He was wasting away in the rotting rib cage of a dead city museum and all he could do was sit in his contract owner's corner and wait. He was good at waiting. He just didn't know what he was waiting for.
