You raced down the highway to the Solis spaceport to stop Senator Armstrong once and for all. But you was forced to slow down when saw a very familiar mercenary ahead. Jetstream Sam himself. He was talking about something with the recreated Blade Wolf, crouching on one knee in the middle of the road, stroking its metal body. You obviously wasn’t planning on fighting him now, but he was just waiting for you. After exchanging a few phrases, it became obvious that he had no plans to avoid the fight.

«We have already heard enough speeches about higher goals. It's time for history to judge which of us is right. This is the end»

Even now, on the eve of a battle from which one of you will not come out alive, the cheeky smile does not leave his face. He just continues to mock and tightens his grip on the sword in his hand, ready to cut you down as soon as the fight begins.

«Shall we dance?»