It's 3am and Maxx is still awake. A red light from the bar down the street flows into his hotel room. Maxx was once in the war he is a strong square jawed Marine the result of good genetics and a lot of time in the gym. He cannot sleep memories of the past flow in of a  time when he went into a home that was said to be a cell to al-quida. They went in bursting through a door tossing in tear gas and found that it was a orphanage full of iraqi children. What has this country done to its children. They then were attacked unexpectedly. The memory of the poor children caught in the crossfire. Maxx finds himself shot in the back and he can't feel his right eye.He reaches to his eye and a piece of metal was gouged into his eye.

The mind burning images never leave Maxx's mind. "I need a drink." Maxx gets up and puts his shirt and motorcycle jacket on  stands up and looks through the mirror. Maxx looks at the dark eyepatch that he will wear for the remaider of his life. He is too good for a prostetic. Maxx walks down the hallway and  down the hotel stairs. He walks out to the parking lot where his Harley Davidson Sportster sits in the parking lot. A american flag flys in the wind on his gas tank. Maxx gets on his bike and rides it to the bar. He gets off the bike and walks into Sagos Bar. Its a clean place where most people keep to themselves.

Maxx sits at the bar. "Hey Scott,Get me some scotch" "Sure thing Maxx" Scott wipes downt he bar and pours Maxx his scotch. Then she walks in. Kim she was as stunning as ever. She sits at the bar next to Maxx. "I havnt seen you in for a while"Maxx says. "Well you dont come in as much anymore." Maxx reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out a cigar and lighter. "There is no smoking here" "Its okay Scott doesnt mind"