In a world of flying men and monsters this is the only way to protect our country.
I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead, hunted by scavengers, haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland. A man reduced to a single instinct: survive.
It’s the rule: always protect yourself. People never take their own advice.
It’s a business opportunity: get the FBI to fight our wars against our enemies while they protect us, and we do whatever the f*** we wanna do.
I detect criminals. I do not protect them.[to Ratchett]
