Edward Caine walks into the recruiting office. He has the gruff exterior of a working man: dirtied clothes, 5 o'clock stubble, worn-in boots. He reeks of a Leeds factory worker. The man appears on a mission. No one is to stand in his way.
He looks over at a poster of a Challenger spraying fire at some unknown target.
"'Ey! What's a guy gotta do to shoot down some big Kusari blokes?"
He is calm yet determined.
"My friend, who flies around in a transport all day, tells me that this is the place I go if I want to bash some heads in. Well?......."