He frown clambering a round into the gun,"sorry pachinko, we must play or we won't survive." He eats his more with the loaded gun in his lap,"but how about I tell you a little bit about myself, like you want." He thinks about how to start,"I was born in Dublin Ireland in 1995, my father was a drunk and a bastard and beat on me and my mother." He smiles brightly getting to the happier part," my mum sent me to Japan to live with my uncle who was ex IRA, Irish republican army, he trained me not for the killing part, but for the discipline and tradition." He shows her a tattoo with his family crest,"who knew the training would be useful.