Michael leaves a bar somewhere in LA after having a few drinks with one of his associates, who left a quarter of an hour earlier. As he walks the streets he comes upon his associate, and another person having a heated discussion.

"You are going to amount to nothing, why don't you just suicide?" the figure says to my associate.

"Why don't you go ahead and do it for me? If your challenging me to a duel I'd be happy to oblige"

"Alright, lets do it. You can even shoot first, seeing as you're going to miss"

It was at this point that Michael stepped from the shadows behind this myesterious person, raised his gun, and splattered his brains all over the pavement and on the nice new suit of his associate. He knelt down beside the now lifeless body, and rolled up the sleeve of the right arm.

"Shit."

What he saw was the insignia of a New Orleans Earner. One of Jack Macleods guys no less. Remaining calm so as to not teach his associate bad habits, Michael stood up and adressed his associate:

"Right, we better get going. This guy is connected, and no doubt he's going to be found soon."

Michael looked straight past his associate and adressed the person standing in the shadows:

"I'm sorry for what you had to see, but this person was threatening a friend of mine."

A female voice responded with hands raised "I'll do what I have to do, I don't mean to interfere with your business, but it's the way I was trained. I hope you understand".

Michael tipped his fedora and holstered his gun.

"Ofcourse, business is business."