A quiet settled on the small hideout of the dead lock gang. Reyes breathed deeply as the smell of death filled his nostrils. He learned to ignore it but now he let it fill his nose as he stared at the nineteen year old boy that sat grabbing what was left of his arm while hugging in his stomach. "you show promise boy," Reyes smirked as he bent down and pulled the patch off of one of his men. "this man was a professional hitman before I found him. Now as I see it you don't have a choice but to come with me." Reyes leaned down and pulled off the hat of one of his fellow gang members and looked at it. "hmm one of my moles, well I always liked the hat." He put the hat on the kid then pulled him up in a fireman's carry back to the ship.
