3pm- poolside at a Villa in Columbia:

A slender but built man finishes his 50th lap as the butler brings him a towel and envelope. The bald man looks up at him "im not finished I can do at least another twenty five" Brantley looks at him "Sir..I think that can wait you need to read this" He gets out of the water wiping himself dry and sits on his lounge chair taking a sip of his whiskey. As he slowly perused the writing,  his features hardened, his muscles tensed and his heart beat slowed down to barely a pulse.  The man's body hasn't reflexed like this since his "death" back in Hollywood Los Angeles. He was known in the thing of ours as S.A standing for Silentassassin. He was one of the best Elite Snipers in the entire country training assassins shooters and snipers both from underground crime families including pupils he's taken in to his home as well as training members of specialized military secret forces under unclassified government contracts.

    After avenging the death of his two favorite pupils he raised, he joined a family in Los Angeles whom he developed close friendships with. On a fateful  stormy night the east coast regime of families  swept in wiping out LA leaving it in smoldering ruins. SA escaped from a secret tunnel built in the basement of the crew HQ to dissappear from this thing of ours forever...until now. Silentassassin read that his son was killed defending the very city and district he once called home. His son was almost as skilled as his old man and was his star pupil. SA was sad yet proud of what he became before he was cornered without back up and shot to death.

S.A then read about the last person he helped his son train. The young gentleman  was a rich handsome suave person that wanted to be a prominent person on his own not by his rich family inheritance. no details were disclosed as to how or why he got shot on the back of he head with his leader wanting no witnesses and cleaned it up within an hour.

SA crumpled up the note and set it ablaze from his partaga cigar. "Brantley get the plane ready I'm heading to the states tomorrow"

       6pm - 5 miles from the Las Vegas Strip

His private plane lands on a hidden airstrip. SA gets into the black Chevrolet Eagle after loading his suitcases and belongings he thought he would never need to use again.

 He was dropped off at the strip checking into a small motel that had modest accommodation. He showered and changed into an ensemble including  a crimson red suit jacket with a silk black dress shirt,  a silk black tie, black shined dress shoes and his favorite black fedora with red banding.

Silentassassin frequented the Three Aces casino to play blackjack abd roulette making a modest profit.   He next visited the Knights of Alto Social club meeting new people over drinks. 

 SA stopped here to get information as these were both the last places his son and prodigy visited before there deaths coincidentally. 

    The next 3 days SA went back to the basics he learned when he stepped on the streets many years ago. he snatched purses of old ladies coming out of banks and casinos, dealing any drugs he can get his hands on and breaking out people jailed on minor charges such as trafficking parking tickets abd assault in bars.

   He was able to con people out of random belongings and was able to scam a gentleman out of some tools which included a set of lockpicks

That night Silentassassin was able to pick the lock and enter the abandoned Lucky Gunner Warehouse by the waterfront. it was empty except fir trash broken pieces of fixtures like glass showcases abd display cabinets. He went to the back and behind  the counter was a faje wall. he tore it down to discover a huge safe. his heart pounders ge took a chance abd started listening to the tumblers clicking. SA could not believe his eyes when he opened it up to a mother lode.

He found 10 pounds of Marijuana a silver plated M1911 colt with box if ammo,  a m1903A1 Springfield sniper rifle with a 2.75x range scope.

  SA made his exit and before he turned a corner a uniformed officer grabbed him "get in the car NOW!".

Officer  Vilma drove to a secluded field and opened the door.  SA got out looking at the officer. She handed SA a huge bag of white powder. " The guy you've been asking about at Three Aces..you knew him?" SA nodded. She looked at him "well he has done lots of favors for the entire force in exchange for bags of this.  Call me and arrange to meet at this spot and one ir more of us will meet you with amtge next delivery.  As far as we are on the force you won't land in jail and if you do you will be out before sunrise".

   Silentassassin watched officer Vilma drive off and he was officially back into the thing that he thought he had left behind for the rest of his life