My name is Gino and some of you would know me from my various dealings in the underground. But again if you know me you usually see black before long. I was always a loner, a gun for hire type. I ran with gangs in my earlier days. but I liked being my own boss. Getting up when I want and doing what I want. But after awhile, I learned that this shortened my lifespan on the streets. But I had to learn this the hard way. I ran with a small loan shark, in the bad side of Philly. He was a small time hood where the Philly mob ran the real action in Philly. My life was easy, I went to the junkies and gambling addicts who couldn't pay him. I rarely used violence, but sometimes I had to break some of there legs to show that we meant business. But one day after a run, I came back with a envelope full of cash and then I heard a gunshot ring through the loan office. I ran in and saw my boss lying in a puddle of his own blood. A unknown man to me, put his hand around me and told me that he had to go because he was a FBI agent trying to sentence his men to jail. He even mentioned my name, which meant I could of went down with his crew. As soon as I heard the news, I knew I had to follow Joe from that day forward. He taught me how to survive in the streets of Philly. He introduced me to his crime family after a few years and invited me to be apart of it. I felt honored and accepted his invite.

I moved into the families hq and moved into one of the empty rooms. I laid my things out and went downstairs to meet the crew. They seemed to be very welcoming to me and I was thankful for that. They asked me what people called me, I answered. "My name is Gino, but my friends call me GG". Then Joe put his arm around my shoulder and pushed me into his office. He closed the door behind me and I sat down across from him. His office was really organized and crossed his hands as he spoke to me. "Good to see you agusting to this new life so easily.The real heavy hitters live within this HQ. Running with me is the best decision you have ever made". I shake my head in agreement. He then talks to me about my first job. "I see a lot of potential in you boy and I need someone to run this small job for me." He takes a puff from his cigar and continues to speak to me.

Uncle Joe speaks to me about this group of Irish who were messing with his lucrative liquor business, they were attacking his trucks and stealing it's potential profit from the stolen goods. So it's not good for business. One of there men nicknamed "Lil Scotty", we captured him and known is tied up in a hidden warehouse. Where we are torturing him for information on this Irish gang.  We need someone with a gentle touch too handle this. But as I knew I was not supposed to be gentle with this. He orders me a taxi and tels the taxi driver the warehouses location. I get in the passenger side of the car and we drive over to the warehouse.