Damien looked inside his room. It was set up like a dojo, with a few trees painted on the wall. Damien pressed in a flap on one of these and it opened up, revealing a laptop. There was a matress in the righthand corner, and a bathroom closed by a door off to the left. He also looked through a door that was directly across from the front door, leading to a training facility. Finally, there was a large tree in the middle of the room, perfecting the harmony between man and nature. Damien then looked on the bed. There was Killing Rain and a large box. Damien opened the box to reveal a sword, a datapad, and a note which read:
"Dear Damien,
I know your sword means a lot to you, and as such we took great pains to make an exact replica, nicks and all, only in a much stronger, nano-weave material. Basically, this material can cut throuh metal like butter and is all but unbreakable. As an added bonus, we understand you have an old...friend here, I think you knew his at TriBit, and we offer the chance of retribution, consequence free. If you sign the datapad given to you, you will be able to inflict whatever your hearts content is on him, at the cost of continuing employment at my company. Feel free to say no, or not use the sword, after all, it's only a gift."
-Kevin Sera
Damien lovingly placed Killing Rain on his left hip, feeling whole once more, but unsheathed the new sword and admired it for a while. He then nodded. "Two sword style it is. I name this new sword Crashing Waves." He then attached this one horizontally across the small of his back, for access with his left hand. He finally contemplated the datapad, hefting it up and down every now and then, before taking one last look at the note. He grinned to himself as he threw the datapad in the air, then rocked all his weight on his back foot while criss-crossing his arms to grab both katanas. The datapad came down at about head height when Damien made his move. All one heard were the sounds of the twin swords rasping against the metal sheaths and streaks of flashing light reflecting off the swords. Damien came to an immediate stop about 5 feet after the datapad, both swords drawn fully. The datapad afterwards resembled nothing so much as cubes of cheese from where the swords had made mincemeat of it. Damien sheathed both swords and turned to face where he knew the camera was. "I hope that's answer enough for you. I don't hold grudges anymore. Thanks for the sword, by the way, but it's not a replacement." He grinned and sat down to meditate, waiting for when they would be called for the mission.