I was a cop before, not your average cop mind you. See you dont become a cop for the money, well until you do. Down near the border you wouldnt believe the amount of drugs and money being moved. I decided it was time for me to make a little something for myself and my family. That was a long time ago, i lost them in all the fighting. I have been traveling with small groups, but it seems no matter where i go death follows. Maybe its karma for all the things i did in my past life. Maybe not, either way im gonna keep fighting. I somehow got to this side of the world after hearing news that there was an area taking in refugees. Im gonna make a name for myself here. No feeling bad for myself anymore, im not the man i used to be, im far scarier now.