He did have one stipulation: Collateral damage and civilian casualties are a must. He hired out for almost any mission presented to him, as long as it wasn't an obvious suicide or double-cross. Seven years later, the new cybernetic Adam Smasher had made quite a name for himself along the eastern seaboard. As if thoughts of lost humanity would bother Adam. A mysterious corporate benefactor took note and made him the classic offer he couldn't refuse: corporate service in a metal body, or death.
His buddies backpacked what was left of him out of the zone and back to the Big Apple. A couple of rockets turned him into meatloaf. But he finally went on that one job where everything fell apart. It was a good life for Adam, as his lack of squeamishness and sadistic thoroughness brought in enough jobs to keep him in guns, gear, drugs, and brutal one-night stands. After several years in uniform, he was discharged for bad conduct and took up being a contract gun-boy in his home city. Adam Smasher was a fairly typical punk, a worthless New York City mook who joined the Army when his gang was wiped out.
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