He hears the gunshots from a distance, as everything around you fades to black. A few hours later his eyes open up, he's laying far out in desert all covered in blood and left for dead. But wouldn't you know lady luck was in his corner tonight as somehow he magically survived numerous bullets. He gets up all covered in blood and starts crawling towards civilization. He starts thinking as he's rawling through the desert, having taken a few blows to the head, his memory isn't quite there. "Where the fuck am I?, And who the hell did this to me?" All he can think about is getting revenge and his memory back.

A few hours later.

He approaches a house and knocks on the door before passing out. A mysterious figure pulls him inside. As hours and a couple of days go by he is up on his feet. "Thank you for the hospitality sir, you saved my life here." He walks around a little before the man stops him. "Something troubling you my friend?" Roger turns around and looks at the man. "I was left for dead out in the desert and I got no idea why or who I even am. I just know I gotta find these people and settle the score."

The man looks at Roger in shock and ave. "You should head into town, your assailants might have stopped there at some point. It's a small town after all, so anyone new would easily be remembered by the locals." Roger smiles and heads out making his way towards town, he figured the local bar would be a good place to start.

Rusty's bar and grill.

Roger walks into the bar, a few locals eye him up and down as he walks up to the bartender and sits down. "I'll have a beer and if possible could I ask you some questions?" The bartender starts pouring a beer, he doesn't say a thing for a while, as Roger starts drinking his beer. "You new here in town?" Roger looks at the bartender, raising an eyebrow. "Indeed I am, you wouldn't have seen some men in here a while back, someone not from here?" Roger takes another sip of his beer as the bartender gives him a worried look. "Well actually I did see three men in here last week, one real shady looking fella and two guys dressed in black suits." Roger pays close attention. "I heard one of them say they were heading towards the big city with some briefcase one of them was holding on to for dear life." Roger realizes that this could be the men he was looking for, the ones that left him for dead. The bartender fills his glass and looks at him. "This one's on the house, you look like you've been through some stuff. I don't know if they've made it to the city or not, cause the weather has been crazy recently, but be careful on your way." Roger finishes his beer and gives the bartender the rest of his money. "Thank you."

As Roger gets up and walks towards the exit one of the locals gets in his way. He throws a punch that Roger doesn't see coming, he's knocked off balance, but grabs the leg of the man and takes him down, he starts punching the guy over and over until the man begs for mercy. "Peh please stop." Roger stops, but has his fist ready to hit the man again. "Listen I want answers and I want them now!" The man looks up at him in fear. "They, they paid me to do this." Roger gets ready to punch the man again, but stops right before. He looks angrily down at him. "Who?" He looks up at Roger in fear. "These guys from out of town, they said if a guy looking for answers came in here I was to stop him, they said it was only a possibility though."  As Roger is about to get up, he decides to deliver another punch to the mans face. He gets off the unconcious guy and exits the building. Rage is flowing through every vein in his body as he steps outside. He takes a quick breath and spots a car parked across the street. He decides to steal it and drive into the city. He hotwires the car and starts driving.

The outskirts of the city.

Roger parks outside a shady motel a great distance from the city, he really needed some sleep to gather his mind and figure out what to do next.

He finds the motel manager and gets a key to his room. He heads in and sits down on the couch, he knew exactly where to go first. There was a restaurant owned by a mobster named Favalli in the city. He could maybe get some information there. He heads over to the bed and sleeps for a few hours.

Roger wakes up, he looks outside it appears to be night time so he decides to check out of the motel and drive into town. All the flashy lights of the big city could almost blind a man. But he keeps his eyes on the road as he arrives at Favalli's restaurant. He parks the car close to the door, and heads through the entrance. There are multiple tables and people everywhere, it looks like a busy night. Favalli is not to be seen, but Roger knew these kind of places had some secret backrooms. He walks up to the kitchen and talks to a waiter. "I'm here to talk to Mr.Favalli, he's not expecting me, but I will make it worth his while." The waiter walks into the kitchen and comes back a good fifteen minutes later. "Follow me." Roger follows the waiter, through the kitchen and down in some basement area with a man guarding the door. "Just through there." Roger knocks on the door. "Enter." Roger walks in and is instantly patted down for weapons, he's not carrying any. Favalli smiles evily at him. "You come here with no weapons, and demand an audience, well you are a bold fella, I'll tell ya that." Roger looks at him as Favalli gestures him to sit down, which he does. "Now, why are you here?" Roger notices that there is only the one way out of there in case this wouldn't go his way. "I'm looking for someone." Favalli laughs. "Well ain't we all." Roger is not amused. "There's three guys, one of them got something that is mine, and I want it back." Favalli rubs his hands an looks at him. "I have seen the guys you described and I'm happy to point you in their direction, but first you gotta do something for me." Roger looks at him. "I'll do it." Favalli waves one of his goons over and the man places a gun on the table. "I got a problem you see, there's this guy that owes me a lot of money, and I need you to dispose of him. Seeing as no one would ever expect someone with no ties to do it." Roger continues to listen. "After you've done that and shown me proof that he is dead, I'll point you in the direction of your men." Roger nods and takes the gun, heading backup stairs and out the back way.

The pier.

"A boat, it fucking had to be a damn boat." Roger says before parking his car. He gets out and looks over the layout of the pier, trying to think of some vantage point to take this guy out. He just had a gun so he would have to get up close and personal. He sees four men on the boat, so the guy in question would have to be inside.

Roger sticks the gun down his pants, taking his coat and shirt off, throwing them inside the car. He'd have to get wet for this one. He slowly makes his way into the water and dives under, swimming towards the boat. Roger climbs up the back of the boat, he gets his gun out and surprises one of the men guarding it from behind. Roger uses the butt of the gun to cold cock the guy, making his way around a corner. He sneaks inside almost getting seen by another. He crouches down and heads down into the sleeping area of the boat. He opens the door and aims his gun, the old man inside looks at him in shock as Roger looks at him. "Mr.Favalli sends his regards." Roger puts a bullet through the mans head, he makes sure to take the mans ring as proof that he got the job done. He turns around and just as he's about to get out of the boat two guards rush towards him. They engage in a fire fight, Roger manages to kill one of them and shoots the other in the knee as he heads out. Bang! A bullet hits him in the shoulder from behind, he falls down infront of the last guard. As the guard aims his gun and gets ready to shoot, Roger points his gun at him. Click click. The guns empty, he had to think fast. So he kicks the man in the groin, then gets up to his feet, strangling the him until he passes out. Roger steals the guards gun and walks of the boat and back to his car, ripping off both of the shirts arm to wrap around his bullet wound, before putting his jacket back on. He gets into the car and drives back to Favalli's restaurant, parking in the back.

The restaurant.

Roger knocks on the door and enters, he places the ring on Favalli's table. "Here's the proof you wanted." Favalli smiles. "You delivered, and I am a man of my word so I'll give you what you want." Roger smiles. "The guys you are looking for are most likely going to be at the casino tonight, one of them is a huge gambler so I'd advice you to start there." As Roger gets up Favalli looks at him. "I need my piece back." Roger turns around and looks at him. "I dropped it in the water, so no one can trace it back to you." Favalli looks at him. "Good enough, ciao."

Roger gets back in the car and drives towards the casion, parking a few blocks away. He opens the trunk and gets a new shirt and coat out, seeing as the ones he's wearing were covered in blood. He puts em on and starts walking towards the casino. As he approaches the entrance he decides he doesn't need a plan for this one, just go in and make them talk, one way or another.

As he enters he looks around, before spotting the shady looking man he was told about. He's at the poker table. Roger watches from a distance, knowing he'd had to get to the man when he was alone and away from people. At least if he wanted to make a clean break.

The casino.

A good fourty five or so minutes has passed, Roger hasn't taken his eyes away from the man. Finally he is out of chips and leaves the table. Continuing to watch as the man heads towards the exit, Roger turns behind a corner as the man heads in his direction so he's not seen. The man walks outside and Roger is right behind him, not another person in sight. Roger points his gun at the back of the mans head. "Turn around slowly." The man does as he says, he looks at Roger with fear and shock in his eyes. "You!?" Roger gives the man a little grin. "Should've put a bullet through my brain when you had the chance, I remember everything now." The man is frightened beyond belief. "Now where are my gold bars?" The man stutters a bit. "Dimitri and Igor has it, they'll be here at midnight for the poker tournament." Roger looks the man dead in the eyes before he forces his gun inside the mans mouth, pulling the trigger as guts spew out through the back of the mans head. "Well you've served your purpose."

A few hours passes and it's midnight, people have gathered for the poker tournament, Roger as has been looking in, knowing he's targets haven't arrived yet. A few more minutes passes and there they are. Roger lets Igor, the biggest of the two get out of the ar before placeing a bullet in each knee so the man can't get up. Dimitri the other one tries to start the car to no avail. Roger shoots out the tires, throwing the gun away, he rips open the door and pulls Dimitri out, beating him senseless, as Igor points a gun at him. Roger kicks the gun out of his hands and walks over picking it up. He shoots them both in the head, then shoots the trunk open. Retriving his suit case with the gold bars in it. "Finally, I can go to Mexico and live my days out on the beack." He heads back to his car and drives in the direction of the boarder.