Ace groaned, tilting his to the side while rolling his eyes to back of his head. "Fine," he grumbled. "Romanof Sterling. Some hot shot in the hired gun business that appeared a year before I stopped selling on the blackmarket. He's a gambler that thinks he's good but owes over two million bucks to ten people collectively, including me. He does free jobs to pay off the debts, but...he was yet to fulfill his debt to me, now that I think about it." His eyes slowly narrowed as he spoke and the realization settled in. "Well, f*ck, I just blew my chance to get the money out of him. D*mn it," he muttered under his breath with a frown. He blinked like he realized that Senna was still there. "Anything else you want to know?"