John smirked at that. “Well I doubt you’ve seen someone who has died as many times as me.” He had the records to prove it. After he was caught in the car bomb, while they were rebuilding him, he was clinically dead no less than thirty six times. “I got a letter awhile ago. I got caught up with my old employer...” he thought back to his old employer. A dictator of a small country hired him to hunt down rebels and spies. It would have been easy money if he actually got paid. Instead the dictator tried to double cross him. So, John sided with the insurgents and helped overthrow the tyrant. He mad a point of extracting the dictator’s teeth before killing him. “I figured showing late was better than not showing up at all.”