Jack often took to the streets to be alone with his thoughts. But these days, hardly any fucker would give you a moment to yourself. Jack needed a job, he needed one badly. He'd been living it rough, beating people up for money. He'd developed a real attitude because of this. He came to the streets one morning and spoke to a few passers by. He didn't say much, but he said the essentials.

"Name's Jack Smith. I need work, and I'm willing to do anything. My talents lie in brute strength, but I have some street smarts about me."

"I wanna be a part of an operation. I don't mind where it is, as long as it pays well and I can go far. Most importantly, I'm the most loyal fucker you'll ever meet. What more can you ask for eh?"