[ He looked back up to the man as he explained he liked to make him and his a thorn in someone's side. Zero chuckled softly at it. He imagined that he'd made himself a thorn in the government's side at the end of it all but there was no way to know for sure now. He wondered how they would react when they found the trail of bodies he'd left. ]

Unavoidable and inconvenient? How does one manage that when they pretend you don't exist?

[ Zero was proclaimed invincible with the powers of a god - words of his handler, not himself - and sure the murders were mentioned on the evening news, but it was no more important than any other story. So unless this man had some tricks up his sleeve it was hard to imagine him making much of a splash. ]

Where I'm from the public has a short memory. Seven years and the veterans of the war are forgotten and left to rot with the drug addicts.