When Dungster was about to leave the shores after a relaxing afternoon, he noticed ThomasSpurgeonJr walking towards him and offered a cigar after sharing a proposal. He then cleared the gas mask's lens to have a better view and checked the cigar.

“Mi smokes, but mi's all good.” Pointing at his Gas mask. “But mi takes this.” He took the cigar from ThomasSpurgeonJr. “It's bad luck to reject blessings. Better safe than sorry.”

ThomasSpurgeonJr smirked and looked deeper in Dungster's mask, searching for he's eyes.

“A true gentlemen mi say. They say, look into a persons eyes when yo talk to them. Don't worry, disrespect is not in mi list. I'm looking straight at your eyes."

Dungster paused and secured the cigar in his pocket. He then check his pressure gauge attached at his wrist.

"Mi got.. a little time left. Please take this."

He handed over a piece of paper to ThomasSpurgeonJr and reached for a hand shake.

“You will be hearing a lot from me from now on.. You won't be disappointed. Promissium.”

Dungster made his way right after while the sun is setting out of the sky. ThomasSpurgeonJr checked the message: 

Sire,

 

It'll be a pleasure to be a favored partir of yo family. Mi needs to learn a lot in this industry, but mi's convinced that your wisdom can lead mi somewhere, instead of elsewhere. If mi will be favored, leave a note for mi first “Business Transaction” in the third Pay Phone from the sidewalk at the very first coffee shop yo see when you arrive at “Bensonhurst” or mi might say, “Little Italy of Brooklyn. It's not that mi don't trust you, it's just that trust still needs to be added in mi list, and I hope yo be the reason for it to be added there.

PS: It doesn't matter if yo leave it there personally, or have someone do it for yo. By then, yo can consider the job done.

 

-Dung