Upon returning from his off season (and much deserved/needed) vacation, Santa awakes aboard flight 42 from Florida to find his plane empty. There is no one around and the seats are smeared in blood and elf-guts. "Martha" he cries out as he desperatly undoes his seatbelt. But Mrs. Claus is nowhere to be found. Thinking this all strange, a worried and somewhat confused Santa grabs his sack, and prepares to deboard the plane. It isn't till he opens the outer door to the plane that he smells the stench. Death and decay... two oders he knows well. With haste he runs up the off ramp, throws open the door. There, lying on the ground is DoomGuy... the protector of mankind and demon slayer. DOOMGUY looks up, coughing... blood gushing from his mouth as he speaks. "Santa I'm sorry. They surprised me as I waited for you to come off. They have her.. Mrs. Claus... you must save her. Take this... it might save you... beware of the Remember what you have learned.. save you it can... there is another brain..." With his last breath before blacking out, Doomguy gives Santa some help.. his special issue beretta. The xmas gift.. to the man who must now save xmas.