It was another silent day for Wrench, who was now staring out at the beautiful city of Chicago from his loft apartment in south Michigan. He laid stumped on his couch with a glass of whiskey, his mind spinning from the heavy drinking. It was celebratory day as he only earlier had been promoted. Now a boss in one of Chicago's criminal organisations, another chapter in his unforgiving but eventful life. He takes another swig of his drink, enjoying every moment it burns his useless throat. As the liquor starts to flood his liver, emotional thoughts begin to flood his mind like-wise. If only Mr. Numbers was here to see and share this moment with him. Looking at the empty seat beside him, hoping he could somehow imagine him there, before closing his eyes and reminiscing...

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It was 1901, Wrench was only six at the time. In an unordinary orphanage run by a shady secret society corporation trying to develop sleeper agents from orphan children. It was a troubled place to grow up in, every day slowly being indoctrinated to become a ruthless obedient killing machine. A group of older kids started a fight with Wrench in the playground, being outnumbered he started to take a beating until a fellow kid came to Wrench's rescue. Although unsuccessful and they both got the stuffing kicked out of them, it was the thought that counted. Wrench had found some humanity in his otherwise cold hearted young existence, that humanity was Numbers. 

Having been born deaf due to pregnancy complications Wrench found it hard to express himself but otherwise was quite a bright boy. He got along with Numbers quite seamlessly through simple gestures as the two started to become close friends. The orphanage taught Wrench sign Language, whom in turn taught Numbers. They quickly become inseparable and after nine long years they both figured out that the orphanage was a sick and twisted place that they had to escape from. Wrench was only one year younger than Numbers, and on Numbers 16th birthday they finally decided to go on the run together and escape. They both knew the consequences of doing so and could never live an ordinary life without looking over their shoulders. 

Growing up on the streets, mainly pick-pocketing and thieving just to make ends meat the pair struggled to make anything of themselves. However, Numbers wasn't deaf nor a mute like Wrench was, he was the speaker for the pair. Usually the distraction in there little schemes and handed all the talking to others. Although, he always spoke to Wrench in sign language. Numbers became indispensable to Wrench as they moved across America from motel to motel.  It wasn't until they were 22 and 23 respectfully, that they started to get involved in serious criminal activity with the mob. Contract killing quickly became there forte as the duo were naturally tailored for killing from there early indoctrinated life in the orphanage. 

After countless years of murder upon murder for countless mob organisations the two quickly grew in notoriety. It grew so much in fact that the FBN had built a huge filing cabinet full of investigative material on the pair. Numbers, who was louder of the two eventually got himself into trouble when he spoke a bit too much for his own good one day, straight into a FBN undercover's microphone. They threw the book at him and incarcerate him on numerous murder counts. He died in prison last year during a gang riot, he was only 34. 

Wrench had never felt so lonely in his silent world. He lost his closest friend and found respite only in drinking himself numb. Travelling alone led him to Chicago where he met the Broadway mob and Nikki_Swango. For whom he contracted for, although only briefly. Before joining and quickly rising within the ranks of the Blue Note Label, run by the energetic, scrupulous, and incredibility young leader that was @The_Kid.