Mission pulled out another cigarette and lit it pulling down his mask with his back to the crowd. He looked at Light hesitant to tell him to much about himself, he didn't really know this guy after all. "About 50 years ago I had a life, and probably a family. The military decided to try to make a weapon out of me but it didn't entirely work in their favor." He took a deep drag of his smoke and exhaled. "So basically, Im a dead man walking. What's your story?" He said taking another deep drag of his smoke making sure no one could see his face directly, you never knew who was looking. Mission smirked, he supposed that's the price you paid for running so long. How do you figure if they're even still looking?