December 1981

New York

Over time he became one of New York's most respected and feared wet works agent. Or at least thats what people thought of him as. In his mind he was just someone who people feared enough that they didn't dare to ask who his alligence lied with. He was a soldier of many talents; boots on the ground, marksman, miraculous stealth. While he still did work with Ronan he also dabbled with a few other contracters from time to time.

Seeing that he would most likely be stuck with this William Bell for quite a while he decided to train him in everything he knew. Almost 'everything'. He was by no means at Bell's level but he had become and exceptionally better 'sidekick' than he was when they had first encountered one another.

"Your going to be my eyes and ears for this one Will." They sat in Bell's DB5 as it was parked on the side of the road. The street was lined with quite luxurious houses.

"Whats your plan this time boss?" He asked as they watched a multiple guests exit their vehicle and walk inside the large home.

"You know the usual. Sneak in, play tea party and then go put some graffiti on the walls." Bell placed his sharp blade as well as a pair of leather gloves, and a mask inside his blue blazer. "Keep a look out though. I suggest that roof over there." He pointed to a house or two away on their side of the street. "I'd imagine that would be your best angle of his office. When Mr. Allen makes his way up there let me know." He handed William an ear peice and binoculars.

"Once, you've planted your device, let me know so I can tap into their conversation." William said.

"Good luck." Bell said, grabbing his hat.

"And to you as well." His friend said before the door shut.

Bell walked in after he had shown his invitation to the gaurds at the front door.

"I'm in position." William said over comms.

"Copy." Bell lowered his voice as he replied.

Seeing his target at the nearest poker table he decided to watch carefully before he interfered.

"Go ahead, place it down. See what happens." His target Allen Jackson spoke to his apponent.

"You probably don't even have a great hand." Bell looked to see he was one vital card away from Five of a Kind. Seeing Allen smoothly drop his hands underneath the table he noticed a card come up from his sleeve. Nobody else seemed to have picked that up seeing as nobody said anything.

The man's apponent placed down possibly one of the worst hands to be delt. Allen laid his cards out on the table, collecting chips as he declared his victory. His apponent stood up and walked away frustrated in defeat.

"Who's next?" Allen asked his guests.

"Barry Thomas." Bell gave the man the fake name that was on his invitation.

"You look a bit young for this kind of sport, Mr. Thomas. Perhaps you should stick with go fish." Allen smiled while the crowd chuckled as they shook hands. Luckily he was able to swipe the card from the man's sleeve.

"I'll take it as a compliment old man. Perhaps after you can introduce me to your daughter." Bell shot back as he returned the smile.

"Fair enough." The smiled was wiped from the confident man.

They went back and forth, Allen always countering Bell with a better card. If he hadn't stolen Allen's card, then perhaps he would definalty be in the losing game. Although to everyone around him he was in a losing game. For now. As the game continued both players managed to get fairly decent hands. However only one of them needed that one special card the change the game.

"Nice car you got out there." Bell spoke of his Lamborghini. "All in." Bell confidently pushed the poker chips to the center of the table, not once letting anyone think he was anything but confident.

"Funny. I'll tell you what Mr. Thomas. If you win this game, which you won't then consider the car all yours." The man said as he placed down his cards, getting a lot of response from the crowd. He tossed the keys into the pile if chips.

He watched as Bell placed down his own cards. He took pleasure in the shock in Allen's face. "At least someone came close." He said confidently, descretly flicking his wrist under the table.

Bell held up the card and smiled as he placed it into his own pile of cards, declaring his victory as he gathered his poker chips. He tucked the keys into his pocket. "Good game." Bell said as he stood up and received a large case of cash from one of the gaurds.

Allen waited till things died down and eyes were no longer on him to approach Bell. "You can keep the money but you better give me back my keys." He covertly held a knife to Bell's abdomen.

"Did I hurt your feelings? It's only a game." Bell joked, both their voices lowered. "Keep your car, I'v got three more just like it." He handed the older man the keys and patted his shoulder, planting the device on the man's elbow.

"I'd suggest you leave now." Allen said firmly.

"Can't wait till the rematch." He said walking away.

"Sir, you've got a call upstairs." He heard one of the gaurds notify Allen.

"Will, the device has been planted, your green." Bell said quietly.

"Copy." Will said. "I'll patch you in." As Bell went upstairs he placed his mask and gloves on.

"I know we lost the shipment but I promise it can be repayed!" He heard Allen say over the phone.

"I do not have time for promises Jackson." The man on the other end hung up, leaving Allen worried about what was going to happen to him.

Bell came from behind and placed a chokehold on the man. "Please... I can pay... you! I can.. triple whatever anyone is paying you! Plus an investment of my company!" Allen pleaded through breaths as he looked into the black mask with a ghost like front to it.

"You talk a good talk. Place yourself under this blade.." Bell whipped out his knife. "and we'll see whats on the inside." He said just before he dropped the dead body.

"Target down, meet me back at the car." Bell said, taking his mask and gloves off, concealing them underneath his jacket.

"Why were we doing this again?"William asked, as he drove them away.

"Some Menendez fellow. I didn't really ask, I just hear that he pays good." Bell tossed the case of money over his shoulder and into the back seat.

"Take some poor man's life savings again?" William asked, guessing what his friend got into.

"As always."