"So, you think you're ready for the streets, kid?
Yah, that's laughable for sure."
You are in a room, a lavish one at that. Decorated with velvet and ornate furniture. Behind a desk made of what appears to be a type of oak is a leather chair. It spins to show a man sitting in it. This man had a very graceful and almost feminine face, but his eyes are what people feared when it came to looking at him. Unemotional, empty, yet fired by an anger so deep it was ice cold. He had a thin figure and well trimmed brown hair. He was wearing a white and red tuxedo at this time, but you knew that wasn't his only one. A smirk spread across his lips as he comes to looking at you. "You don't quite look the part to lead there. Sure you can survive?" He stands and walks over to you, observing you like a farmer looks over cattle at an auction. "You seem unconditioned. But... I know that look in your eye. I've seen it too many times to mistake it. Determination. You'll need that for sure." He goes back to his chair, and pours a glass of what seemed to be wine from this distance. "But I have no use for you i'm afraid. I have too many managers right now, in fact. I would kill them off that would make me look bad, wouldn't it?" He waves his hand, and says "Get out of my office. I'm done with you." The scene fades.

Down in a dump of a warehouse by the harbor, there was a group of men. All of them in dark suits, but one in the strangest. This man stood out because he had the demeanor of a mad man, which befitted him truly. He raises his hand, and says "Well, this is truly boring! What's on the list of hits!?" One of the other men comes foreward, and says "We have a contract on an upstart rookie, sir. He tried to get into your cousin's mob and was denied. But someone wants him dead, because he failed to do his job it would seem. Wasn't too easy on the details, boss." The man leans forward, and glares at the speaker with one eye. "And you took this contract? Detectives have set traps for us before and this sounds like one! Luckily, though, we always just shoot our way out!" He starts to laugh maniacally, but stops suddenly. In a dark and gravelly voice, he says "Kill the bastard and bring the contractor his head." The five other men make a salute and almost scream "YES, SIR! RIGHT AWAY!" and all but two scramble off. The man, whose name was John Wyler, starts to rub his hands together in a plotting way, chuckling to himself. "That should distract the pissants for now." He leaps from his chair, and grabs a wooden staff that was carved to look very ornate. "But, besides all that." He swings the staff around so it's in the face of one of the two that stayed "What is on our agenda, Gordon?" Gordon gulps, and says "Well, you could always try a heist again." John scratches his chin in thought for a few moments, and then says "That sounds risky. Men could die horrible deaths. I could die a horrible death." He grins and almost sings out "LET'S DO IIIIIIIIT!" and marches out of the warehouse, his men following him.