you were good at your job. one of the best, in fact. though, it wasn't exactly legal. you were part of a criminal group, a mob, some would say. your boss preferred the term "underground network". recently you were informed that you would be executing a mission, accompanied by one of your colleagues. Jesse. a lazy slob of a man who hardly ever followed instructions. you were right to worry, when halfway through the mission you had gotten caught. now you were stuck in a cramped cell with Jesse, who couldn't manage to take anything seriously 'c'mon doll, it ain't that bad, is it?'