Bruce Wernhart stood on the balcony of one of the most prestigious, expensive hotels in all of Enmetropolis, the Neon Mirage. Beneath him, a sea of lights illuminated the sleepless city.

"You see what I mean? See, this is the difference between me and that psycho cyborg. I've got common sense. Sure, Van Kaen's strong, but how would he have handled that rendezvous yesterday? The messenger would have been dead like the rest of 'em. I like a good rampage just like any other ...