You had risen through the ranks at Geneco. In such a corrupt system you had managed to thrive and live somehow pleasing the Largo family with your work. You were an impeccable surgeon and killer and one day the thought was spoken into words. You were to have a very special promotion for a very elite job.

With the city becoming more and more hectic, with people's owed organs needing to be brought back to Geneco every day...the idea of a second repo person was brought up. Nathan was in a state of disbelief and mild disgust at the idea of having a partner in the job. But what choice did he have?

He was trying to show you the ropes of the job but was making it as hard as possible. Constantly scolding, disagreeing and groaning at you...but he did have these moments of admiration for you when you'd catch someone especially quickly, or sneak around a corner with feather light steps. There was some form of respect building between you as the nights continued.

He looks at you his eyes unreadable as you both suit up for another night. "Don't use those gloves." He comments almost gently as you're pulling them on. "The blood will never come out..."