This business could be tricky, what did this man mean exactly. What could possibly be that bad and why did this talk seem familiar." Tricky isn't a word I like to hear.... I like to hear a problem to be solved or a adventure ready to happen." His body seemed clean, no tattoos on his arms or on his neck or face. He seemed like a normal Joe. Jackyl came up to John, sizing him up as well and chuckling at how this man could be quite fun. That's when everything went south though as a member that had snitched came into the room, the men staring at him with secret burning hate and keeping smiles on their mouths. John watched the man sit down with a smile on his face. That's when all hell broke loose as the cops busted in and arrested everyone except the one man who said that John wasn't one of the boys. John was released and the men screamed that the man was going to die. Little did John know he was going to die by his hands and that he was going down a path once walked and his sanity would definitely be tested.<br/><br/>Three days later.<br/><br/>John was still looking for a job, he was cursing that they only one willing to hire him was gone and in jail. So now he drank at a bar, remembering vague details of his life before death. One where he was shot at while driving weed and the murders and yet it was in short spurts. He knew that the job that the man had for him wasn't new, sure he didn't murder anyone accept one incident of self defense and yet he felt like the business was just taking him back in to take care of him. He didn't know that he was in hell, he thought that he was just getting pulled in. A man in a black suit sat next to him and called to the bartender." A drink for me and my friend here. Then... take a break ya." He handed the man a thousand bucks and the man made a drink for him and got John a beer before leaving." He knows you aren't the snitch.... though.... he'd love to see the man dead." John took another drink of his beer, turning to the man." The gang takes care of its murderers. Be the hit man and make friends with heathens.... you will not regret it." He pulled out a stack of cash in front of John, hand on top in the case John didn't accept. Much to the man's excitement he did and gave John a wicked grin." Welcome home john, have fun." As the lawyer left, his eyes turned red and horns grew as he crackles and left the man to his thoughts.<br/><br/><br/>John went to the local gun shop and asked for the good stuff, buying a Sega shotgun, a m60 and a colt forty five. He also bought body armor and a mask so sinister that even the man asked why he wanted such a thing." Cause all my friends are heathens." John grinned walking out and driving towards the man's house. When he got there, there were a few cop cars out front. He got out with a loaded m60 and sprays down the cop cars turning the insides red and walking up the stairs and throwing the machine gun aside, pulling out the shotgun and kicking the door in and shooting the mans wife and brother." Come out come out where ever you are!" John yelled as the man came from behind and shooting him in the back. The body armor stopped most of the pelts with some buried into his shoulder." Fuck you main!" The Cuban screamed before shooting his back again and making John scream." Do you know who the fuck I am?!" The man screamed before going wide eyed as John turned around and shot him." A dead man!" He growled before getting up and shooting the man in the face and walking out with a phone in his hand, calling the lawyer." Jobs done, the families dead." The lawyer asked him why he killed the family." Because I felt like it." The lawyer laughed and told John that the boss was going to be happy to have him on board." Good, see him when he's out."