Manhattan bar

[Kane]

"You expect some kind of grand tale, ja? A heroic adventure full of deadly dog-fighting, massive shoot-outs, drama of all types, and ze selfless sacrifice on my part to gain zis, right?" Kane leaned back in his chair. Hoodlum quietly tittered to himself at the bar, seeing Marauder's eyes light up ever so slightly with each pretense. Kane shot him a look, telling him to keep his comments to himself.

"Nope." Marauder just looked at Kane.
"What do you mean 'Nope' ?"
"I mean, zat's not vhat happened. I ran one too many trips zrough Omega 41. The one trip my radiation shield blew out and just about every biological component of my old body got cancer on the spot. Ze only thing zat ze medics on Crete were able to save vas my brain, and even zen zey had to replace a few bits, regrow some neurons, and implant the interface that translates my neural impulses into binary so I can move this body."

Kane sighed and sipped his drink. "I am no fighter... No matter vat ze others say, all I do is run people out to Kurile and bring Alien organizims back to Cambridge."

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This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren