It was an endless cycle of frustration. Remembering, forgetting, killing, going back under. Until, finally, they woke me up for something new. An assassination, yes, but this person was more important than the others. He was a close friend of my handler, Pierce. Too close. He was too close to the truth. He had become more of a threat than he was worth.
But this wasn't a stealth mission. This wasn't a creep through the dark, stay low profile, leave no traces job. They were sending me out in broad daylight, with only a mask to shield my identity, on a busy street in the middle of a city, to explode things. To fire a gun. To leave destruction and ruins behind me.
To make a statement.
HYDRA was coming out of the shadows. And it was very much alive. It was to bring controlled misery to all those in its path. It was to be a new age, ruled not by the people, but by the ideals of a few elite.
Sending me out as their announcement...that's where it all went wrong.