Edonia, Europe. The weather was cold and snowing. But around here, that was pretty much the usual. The civil war between the government and the Edonian Liberation Army continues to rage on.

Jake was a mercenary. A gun for hire. Where there was cash, his bullets followed. And he was good at it. Right now, he was working with the Edonian Liberation Army. He and his crew were just donated some interesting looking 'nutritional supplements' in the form of injectors. Supposed to boost performance. With a red apple in hand, Jake whistles a tune as he leans against a nearby wall. Though as Jake slides the needle into his neck, he doesn't feel any change at all. Perhaps it was a placebo or something.

He shook his head, disappointment evident; but not surprise. He could hear one of his fellow mercs approaching.

"This stuff do anything for you yet? Supposed to be some kind of energy booster but... I don't feel any different."

"You know, between me and you; I think we should have asked for more money-"

One of his now J'avo mutated brothers-in-arms took a swipe at him with a knife, which he quickly dodged. The knife cut cleanly through the apple he was holding instead. The knife got momentarily stuck in the wall.

"Pretty sure this wasn't part of the contract."

The merc swipes at him again; quickly getting deflected and re-directed by Jake's quick martial arts training. The merc continued to try and attack him, but it was a futile effort. For a moment, Jake was just toying with him, deflecting each blow. Now bored, Jake hit him with a flurry of attacks, finishing him off by flipping him midair and kicking him very hard into the wall.

The J'avo fell dead at his feet. His combat prowess was... inhuman. As if on queue, someone else burst into the room. He turned; curious to see who it was this time.