I was engineered to kill, silent and deadly. After being thrown into the Free City slums with my fellow freaks, I learned quickly what one had to do to survive in the world. I was 12 at the time, some of the others were older and wiser, but not near hungry enough to live. I remember my first kill just as I remember my own name. The corporate bastards had come to see how their little experiment was progressing. I stalked them for what seemed hours, but was actually only minutes. Slowly they broke off into groups of twos and threes, but one foolish soul continued on alone.

I knew the slums far better than he did, that was certain. I shadowed his movements and found my place to strike from. As he approached the mangled mess of twisted steel that was once some kind of vehicle, I struck. There wasn’t even time for him to acknowledge my presence before his life ended, the makeshift knife protruding from his throat. Just as quickly as I had struck, I was gone. The others soon found his body and the search intensified. Three more died before I was cornered and captured. I was returned to the corporation and taught how to become an even more efficient assassin. The more I was shown, the more I liked my chosen lot in