A clean-cut young man, around 16 or 17, walks into Chase’s Suites, a local business front for Cory_Chase and his boys.  The young man spots the door to the back room. As he attempts to get  near the door a large man confronts him. “No one goes back there, besides family.”

The young man responds, “I had an older brother that was a member. His name was Mass.”

The scary brut recalls the name, he debates within himself in the end the man gives a shrug and lets Young_Loe pass.  He walks into the back room and see Cory_Chase and his right hand man Rhaziel, siting down. Rhaziel stands up at the sight of the young man. He steps in front of his boss, covering his boss from any would-be attacks. “Who are you!” Rhaziel says as his good hand slowly nears his six-shooter.

Loe answers back, “I’m just looking for work.” He hesitantly speaks, “I’m the younger brother of Mass. I think I have a lot to offer and I know I’ll be a good—“

Cory_Chase slams his hand on the table, “Enough, that no-good-grease-ball. He had his chance. I’m sorry kid, I can’t let you in.”

Young_Loe nods his head and walks out, whishing things could have gone differently.