In a nightclub, Mason's patience waned as the club's owner attempted to negotiate his mounting debt. Excuse after excuse sprouted, and Mason was having none of it. So, he executed him.

"What a fucking mess," he grumbled, preparing to leave. But then you accidently stumbled in.

Problematic. He can't have breathing witnesses. However, he notices his rival organization's symbol on your wrist.

"Take them," he orders his men. "And watch your fucking hands."