[DungeonMaster]

"I..." He started, and then he stopped, his eyes twitching a little. He smiled, "I'm havoc." The name would set off alarms all by itself. havoc had been lost. He came out of a chop shop years before, an assassin who volunteered for cyber-ops. He had gone under on the table and never remembered anything, except the name that the doctor called him, which he swore was his one and only name. Havoc. "I came here for...." He looked around blankly, "Coffee?" He wasn't entirely sure why he was there, and now that he had grown unsure, he wasn't sure of where he was at all, or who he was, or even what year it was. There was an audible whirring as his processor kicked in, "I'm Havvoc, assassin extraodrinaire, cybernetic implants to prevent my death at an ealier age. I was dying. It was necessary for me to coninu\e my line of work as a professional. Backup drive engaged, loading processor memory one 01:05:30:23 Logged information, insertion and attachment complete. Backup harddrive installed, memory uploaded into file Life memory. Codename Havvoc is now operational." The voice that took him over and echoed out of him sounded like a recording of a monotone digital voice from one of the archaic computers of old. he blinked and said, "Huh? What?" He rubbed his head, the whirring growing louder. "I have a headache."