His fingers found home around the hilt of his [url=http://www.goods.pl/images/products/pl/Hanwei_Tactical_Katana_SH2462.jpg] sword [/url], gently squeezing the handle to get a feel for it. Memories of a vicious past surged back into Kevin’s mind at the touch of his sword, memories filled with both pride and sins. The edge and scabbard were parted slightly to reveal the sharp edge of Kevin’s trusted weapon. A pure piece of steel from tip to bottom drew this sword incredibly resilient, a full tang blade of high quality. Incredibly simple in appearance, but it was a blade to surpass many others and had never failed Viper in a fight. It was given to him as a gift by an old master awaiting his trip from this world. A parting gift fitting his departure.

Kevin freed the blade from its restraint and with a graceful swing, he could clearly hear the wind flowing with the steel. The mere thought of putting this sword back on his body, ready to cut his enemies, filled him with a rush he’d rather leave behind. ‘Once a killer, always a killer’, he sighed. One could perhaps hope that the rage and joy of battle did’t reach beyond his fists, but part of him actually enjoyed being hunted by the Weapon X program. One could speculate that it was a form of twisted justice where he saw himself allowed to slice these agents in pieces. Perhaps he could simply see the frailty of mortality in the process, feeling high and mighty at the sight.

He sheathed the blade once more and placed it back in the case. That super charged agent would attempt to find him again, and Kevin would return the favour. Either way, they’d cross paths once more. With the nearly unending ride of thoughts and speculations coming to an end, Kevin crawled into bed and dropped down on his back. It had been an interesting day filled to the brink with symbolism. Everything which had happened pushed him in the opposite direction of his previously intended purpose with coming back.