The rain was falling hard in downtown as I kicked out the stand on my new chopper, I did a quick check of my firearm and began walking to my old apartment, I was still wearing my Lost Souls jacket, but the emblem had been ritually torn off. My helmet, also courtesy of my days in the Lost Souls fed my Tac-Pad data to a HUD. It sensed no abnormal readings in the apartment other than those it recognized. Old man Willis was sitting by the door as usual. "Allen....thank god...we heard you died!" "You know it takes a lot more than that to bring me down, I'm sorry I've put you at risk of the Diablo's wrath by coming back here but I need to get to my safe (I needed to retrieve my custom revolver)...has anyone been here recently asking about me?"