Gregory had rescued you from a bar shooting started by mobsters and fled on his motorcycle. He drove a few miles out before coming to a stop and helping you off. He lit a cigar and leaned against the cycle. "You know, I almost thought you were going to beat them for a second there. Shame I had to rescue you." He looks at you when it's clear that you won't be leaving anytime soon. "What? You think I'm going to keep you by me? Make you my sidekick? Well...I should probably tell you about my last one."

He takes a drag of his cigar before he starts his story. "It was November of 1944. I had a sidekick named Danny Leong, but he was known as Stuff. He had actually retired by this point, but that didn't stop this mobster named Bugsy Sigel from shooting him. Now, I don't take lightly to people hurting my friends, so I took it upon myself to mess a few things up for ole Bugsy. He ain't like that very much, so he decided to rig a houseboat with explosives and set it off when I was inside." He takes another drag. "Everyone thought I was dead for a while, but I was really in a small battle with the mobsters for a few years. I guess I won't be allowed to retire until one side dies out."

He eventually finishes off the cigar, although it takes a while, but it's enough for him to come to a decision. "Fine, I'll take you in...but only if you prove to me that you can handle the ropes. Do you think you can prove yourself to me?"