Cassius was at the cantina, maybe someone there would ask him to do a job discreetly, he was a good person he just needed the money. No one was exactly in the market for the last living super soldier now that the war had passed, still though, people still had conflict. He always wanted something to fight, it didn't matter if he was on the losing side or not he always wanted to fight. He ordered a drink from the bartender, shaking it a bit to allow the ice to make the beverage a bit colder, this would be his first drink and he could never get drunk so he may as well. As was about to he was bumped into, causing him to spill the drink, with an audible sigh he turned around to face a man. "You want to pay for that?" Cassius asked in a slightly angered tone, the man ignored him and began talking amongst his friend., Cassius grabbed him by the neck and lifted him 4 feet off the ground, pinning him to the wall, the cold steel of a pistol placed against the man's throat. "I won't ask again...." He said as he pulled the pistol's hammer back.