Chapter 3

Scarface smiled as his memory brought him back to that day in the desert, where he was later tested on his hunting capabilities. Which was really, he learned, just a roundabout way to teach him the skills that he would need if he was to fulfill his purpose. Well, at least the purpose they wanted him for.

His scar above his eye stung, and he winced as a bolt of pain shot through his head. His smile faded as he remembered that painful day, the day when he got this scar. The day when he first proved himself worthy of the position he was in now…