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Ripped away from the jaws of death, Sam awakens somewhere he doesn’t recognize. It takes time before he’s fully cognizant, but when he does come to, his first thought is how ? He would have been all too happy to die at Raiden’s hands. Indeed, he had thought that finally, finally he could find what he had been looking for for years.
Death at the hands of someone who could best him in a fair fight.
Perhaps he would have been content to die at Armstrong’s hand, once upon a time. Though Sam didn’t respect him, it wouldn’t have been such a bad thing. It was something of a fair fight.
Continuing to live with his right arm essentially branded in a way he couldn’t hide was no way to live at all.
He shakes his head, opens his eyes to be greeted by nothing but bright artificial light directly above his head. He felt notably different, and took a look at his abdomen. Yet more cybernetic enhancements. Though his legs remained human, from his neck down to his hips he was a cyborg.
He laughs, then. It’s a bitter and humorless thing, but there’s nothing to do but laugh.
There’s a window in the room, curtained. He stands up and looks outside. It has to be around noon, judging from where the sun hangs in the sky. He looks at the sky, and then down below. The streets aren’t busy, this must be somewhere more rural, or on the outskirts of town.
What he does see, however, brings a genuine laugh out of him.
The motorcycle that Raiden had ridden to their final confrontation, his motorcycle , was out in front of the building.