Now imagine it's dawning on you that your nightstick probably isn't gonna be enough for the swarms of 'not-quite-rioters' that are shambling madly toward you. Imagine that it's been your job for the last three years to bludgeon hippies and manhandle environmentalists. Imagine getting the call to suit up, because there's a riot. Has anyone noticed that I'm in every game that Tripwire makes?
He directs his men decisively, and always gets the job done - no matter how unsavoury. One thing that's clear is that he's a man of few words, and has an unnaturally calm demeanour in combat situations. It's unclear how this man rose through the ranks so quickly his prior military service seems virtually non-existant. Not that it really matters, his commanding officer (and fat hater) was decapitated last week by some gurgling thing with no skin. Life or death situations tend to help with shedding the pounds however, and he has since brought his body back to 'military standards'. About a month before hell spilled onto the streets, Lewis was at risk of being relieved of duty as a result of his pudgy physique.
