For the past 6 months I have been a monk in the Himalayas residing in a monastery for disillusioned vigilantes. I was meditating and I was just about to go and feed the poor when the doors flung open. A bedraggled figure, bitten from the wind and snow, stunbled in and collasped in my arms.
"how did you find me here?" I said. "This monastery is on the tallest peak of Everest. I thought nobody could get up here but me"
"climbed the mountian...it nearly killed me..." gasped the poor man "you have to return - it's anarchy"
"I am a man of peace now, I no longer practice violence. The AS force is long disbanded, the adandoned satellite is orbiting the earth empty. My old equipment is gathering dust back in the hideout. I can't protect the people of WP anymore"
"not wp... intensity" the man croaked with his last breath "theres no law and order and they need you". Then he died in my arms.
casting the corpse aside, I walked out the doors, and stood on the sunny peak, the himalayas strechted out before me. I knew my mission was to return and lay down the law even harder than I had done before.
Renegade is back
