It was a cool summer night when I was sitting at a desk with john Icarus; the guy I had been after for three months. I would finally get my kill.

I had a grenade in my hand and was ready to pull the key, "this is truly quite intriguing but I really must go, but perhaps I will see you in the after life," I said. I got up, pulled the key, dropped the grenade and ran.

Demitri was sitting back down when he caught a glimpse of the grenade, but he was dead before he even realized what he had seen.

I was running down the street towards the Star-light Tavern (an old bar I go to get the money for my bounties.) When I walked in I asked the bartender if my boss, Jim was there, but I knew something was wrong when he pulled a mini-glock semi-automatic hand-gun on me. He was definitively an imposter, and before I could fight back, I was in cuffs and on my way to the New York police department.

One thing I noticed was wrong was that they had forgotten to take my watch, (which they have all the 96 other times I have been arrested.) I used the mistake to my advantage, "activate, laser-cutter" I whispered and all of a sudden my watch slid open and blasted the cuffs off my hands and with out warning I lashed out hard with a front kick and before they could stop me I was out and on my way to the lab to find out what had been going on.

Two days later I was on my black XP-50, 200 cc, military bike

I was headed for the lab to find out exactly what the hell had been going wrong. When I arrived I was greeted with an alarm bell ringing and a bakers dozen armed guards

"Whoa, what's going on here?" I asked. Just to find out that their guns were in fact loaded. Thankfully my on board computer (with a god damn personality) knew the odds of me winning were 1-100. He sped out, but in our rushed escape I got shot in one of my wings (yes I have wings and so do my sisters and brother) so I headed for my sister's house up in the Pocono Mountains because she was an MD.

As I walked up the driveway to her log cabin, I heard a faint whistling so I turned around and saw my sister diving straight at me from about a mile up. Before I could get out of the way... IMPACT!

"So how ya doing sis," I said after dropping my bags on the couch.

"I've been better," she said with a sigh.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Well, I got fired," she groaned.

"THE HELL? By who?" I wailed.

Then she noticed a blood stain soaking through my leather jacket. She screamed, I cringed, "What the hell happened to your wing?" she blurted. I unfolded my wings and stretched them to full size (which was 20feet wide.) she dashed to the bathroom and came back with a 1st aid kit. Before I could stop her, I felt a hot knife stab into my wing and come out with a blood covered bullet. I swore loudly but was glad nonetheless to have that 9mm thorn out of my wing.

"Thanks," I struggled. Then I noticed an odd looking metal tab on my sister's coat, I pulled at it and just as I had suspected her skin and dress came off to reveal a woman I knew all too well... Sgt. Brandy! "Oh shit!" I swore. If there is anything worse then getting a seven foot Amazonian hit-woman mad please tell me. "Ok what do you intend to do to me this time - Chinese water torture, pluck my feathers one by one?"

"Actually I need your help on; you may call it a mission to stop Icarus labs from making an army of zombies."

"Like hell you do, I killed Icarus two days ago"

"Shit, oh well time for plan B."

"Just like old times," I snarled and went in hard knowing I couldn't win. Left kick, right punch, left punch and it's a hit, but then she came back with a hard round house that knocked me against a wall, and I was out cold.