You are DEATH incarnate—a frenzied f lurry of chrome, murder and blood-stained steel. But yours is no mindless rage. You match your trained and cybernetically enhanced body with an equally disciplined mind. You used to kill f or a cause, for an ideal. ? You kill for money. For the sake of glory, you are not afraid of death, because every day you look it straight in the face, fasting stimulants and drugs to know that your mind is crippled and you will get it!