In 1972 I was sent to prison by a military court for a crime I didn't commit. I promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, I survive as a soldier of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find me, maybe you can hire Jim Patching.
When I'm not saving the helpless and smoking fat cigars I also indulge in a bit of boardgaming.