"Lieutenant Norris, you should've joined Sixth Street ages ago. We're all American soldiers here..."
James Norris held the rank of lieutenant. In a straight comparison, he completely outclassed their boss.
But some people were good at fighting wars, and others were good at running organizations. James belonged to the former category, while Sixth Street's sergeant boss belonged to the latter.
As a soldier of New America, the man had killed countless people and had only retired after the Unification War ended. Supposedly, he had operated in the Pacific State before that.
Who knew why someone like him had been so unremarkable? Nobody had even heard his name before things went wrong in the Pacific State.
The man showing him around was Nolan Frequez, a mid-ranking Sixth Street leader who had spent every day lately busy trying to kill their mortal enemies, the Valentinos.
Even as he spoke, he felt a little uneasy-this big guy was a complete Cybermonster.
He had taken the man to a Ripperdoc twice now and seen what he had installed in his body.
Bones, muscles, internal organs, skin, eyes... almost every part had been fitted with Military Combat Cyberware.
James stood nearly two meters tall, with blond hair and a battered tactical jacket. An Arasaka Masamune Rifle hung on his back. He was clearly a seasoned veteran.
His taciturn demeanor only made him more frightening, leaving people afraid he might suddenly go crazy at any moment.
James suddenly stopped, his cold Tactical Ocular Implants turning toward a car by the roadside.
Nolan looked over too and immediately spotted one of their gang's recruits sitting inside-but the car looked like a Nomad's.
He frowned and signaled two of his men to check it out.
Archido was in the car, talking to his mother on the phone.