When an executive needs to be assassinated, new intel pilfered, a judge's wife knifed, or a person kidnapped they call me. I am a String. There are many like me. We do the dark work that greases the wheels of the corporate machine. I hire Mercs to get their hands dirty and execute the jobs. Subterfuge is a String's currency. Shadows are our friends. We are the marks on the other side of the glass that can't be cleaned. They scrub and scrub, but we can't be wiped away. I take tremendous preventative measures to ensure I'm not tied to the devastation I unleash upon the world. We don't make finding evidence of our hands in a crime easy. I possess countless aliases and rarely meet in the same place twice. I do not have fingerprints. My nanobytes, robots that live alongside my blood, alter my DNA where I've slept. I don't fight. I make deals and slice with my words.