“So you ah, need a new job?” William looked up at the person from behind his glasses, cocking an eyebrow. The identity he’d taken up as a man named ‘Steve’ was working well. No one knew. “Well, I’m gonna be straight with ya kid. With a track record like this? You’ve got slim pickings. Seriously… what the hell did you even do?” He asked, rifling through the papers in the folder curiously. ‘assault’ and ‘battery’ flashed in the papers as he skimmed them lightly, eyebrows raising.