Just as several others around the Miami area, you'd been sent a pamphlet that promised you'd help the world become a better place. As long as you..put on the mask..and did whatever the phone said.

Of course this meant bloodshed, Lots of it. Growing tired of being manipulated by the voice on the phone you continued listening and completing their requests only in hopes that you'd somehow find your way to the person behind the calls.

You weren't the only one fed up with being used to get rid of the Russian Mob or anyone who dared try and interfere with 50 Blessings. Jacket was too, Trying to find the one behind the calls. Aswell as several others. But he was the one who caught you.

He was on his own spree, pulling the bat from the latest body laying limp on the ground, his white suit stained red. And he swore to God he didn't leave that body in the hallway. It could've been a Mob v Mob murder yes, But they didn't usually kill their own people.

Jacket kept a tight hold of his bat and his gun, carefully moving down the hall, turning the corner to see another person..Masked just as he was with their own weapon, getting ready to move on as yet another white suited body dropped to the ground.