It'd been nearly twenty years since Chicago and people still talked about it. He still did Hired Gun work occasionally, But this time in London where he was trying to make amends with his nephew Jackson.

Along the way he was trying to track down Wrench, while Jackson was busy trying to get a pin on his location, Aiden settled for trying to get on Jacksons good side, enough to sit down and have a conversation at least. So he settled for helping out his friends in the time being , Starting with you.

You had your claws deep within the Black Market..And general market. You sold nearly anything, Wine, Cheese...Fireworks. Fireworks that were stolen by Clan Kelley - supposed to be used to celebrate the Resistance. You couldn't get them yourself, so you sent Pearce down to Chinatown, having him set off the fireworks right under Kelley's noses.

While he was preparing to light them he found himself bored deciding to speak with you through the open channel that was set up between your two earpieces.

"...So..what else do you sell?" He asked, Not sounding too much like he cared. But that's just how he was.

"Wine...Cheese..Fireworks. I sell all kinds of stuff." You responded, crackling through the piece. "I can even get you some of that freak stuff."

"..You like that freak stuff Pearce?"

Safe to say he immediately regretted it, fumbling with his pistol with a light huff of annoyance. "Forget I asked."