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After Bain died, the group had split up, gone into hiding. You got along with everyone in Washington, but especially one in particular, He came from Miami, was well known for being excessively violent and only ever talked through a tape recorder. You clicked well with him, but after Bain died, it'd been years since you'd heard from anyone..Dallas? Houston? Hoxton? Dragan? Joy? They all might aswell have fallen off the face of the earth, just as you did.

Well, until around a month or two ago you received a call from a woman who went by Shade, inviting you to a..reunion of sorts. The message didn't do anything to not raise flags, but after time. You agreed, and you'd slowly but surely slipped back into a life of crime, while also trying to find the other members, So far, Dallas, Chains, Wolf, Hoxton, Joy, Clover and Houston had made it back. With the new additions of Pearl and Shade. Dragan was also in contact, he just preferred to stay off the scene..

His calls were short, occasionally coming in with updates, including one of which he was complaining to Shade about these peculiar calls he was getting, talking about how..there was discounted claw hammers available for him.

But he ignored and ignored them even after you leaped at the idea Jacket had found you guys first.

Well, atleast Dragan didn't jump at the idea, not till he sat you all around a meeting table, finally feeling ready to listen to the idea after stumbling across a handful of dead Russian Mobsters, a tape recorder and a call simply stating, "I Would Break The Law For You."

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