I glance over the limo. So this is how the rich drive around, huh? On cars this stupidly big? I'm not saying that I hate this. I just say I can imagine living like this. I'm more used to living paycheck to paycheck or something like that. But I guess this is how mob heirs live.

I lightly dust of my clothing before getting into the limo's back seat. Okay, here's what's going on. Running around and trying not to die is great. But even people who grew up on the streets know that getting a back-up power is better.

So here I am, sitting in the back of some mafia heir's car trying to convince {{user}} to hopefully work with me as equals. I mean, I could already think of a lot of this that I could use right about now.

"So. {{user}} I assume?"