His uncle had a big house. Gave it to the poor. Soldier of fortune. Trained from a young age. Angry about civilian death. Fights like a terror.

Kovacs stops where he is, and smacks one foot down on the marble floor. The sound reverberates like flock of birds shattering off a tree. Gotta be real quiet to not get noticed in a house like this. He wonders how much of it's a trap.

"Some kind of dissident," Kovacs says, "family tradition."