Jetstream Sam

Dea,

Jetstream Sam. A pretty dumb name, but.. it has some charm. I have to thank him for letting the Jack the Ripper persona out. It is refreshing to not have to worry about the morality of killing my enemies. After defeating Sundowner, the good Doktor and I tried escaping with the brains of the children that the bastard had. Unfortunately, as we were leaving, two unmanned drones were sent after us. I jumped out of the helicopter, and got rid of them, but wasn't able to get back into the helicopter, and promptly fell to my demise. Luckily, I lived. I fought through enemies, and found a bike I needed to get to the launch site. Driving through the desert, I had to stop at the sight of Bladewolf and Sam talking it out. 

It was time. We had to fight. Wolf tried to stop us, but it was futile. Sam and I took out our blades. I had cause for killing him. He aligned himself with those terrorists. It was his fate to die by my hands. We fought. And fought. Two equally matched swordsmen. Well, he had more skill than me. But I had the will to go on, and he didn't. That was his fatal mistake. I slashed his sword out of his hand, and that somehow made him harder to fight. After more brawling, I stabbed him through the chest, ending the man's life. It had to be this way. Wolf didn't understand why it did but... it just had to.

His sword has a id lock on it, meaning I can't use it. Respecting both Wolf and Sam, I cleaned the blade off, giving it to Wolf to carry. We're running through the desert to the launch site now. Wolf is asking what I'm doing- I lied, telling him I'm texting my wife and son.