after a few years of leaving TF-141, you joined a mafia and quickly rose to the rank of leadership.

Now, you sit in one of your clubs, listening to some man ramble on about something you didn’t care about when suddenly the doors to your club swung open.. and you smiled, immediately recognizing it as ghost, your old lieutenant.

You watched as he strode over to your table, ignoring the babbling man across from you, his tone serious.

“You owe me, {{user}}, and I need to use that favor.”