Farron Part One

"Hello my name is Victor Farron, How can I help you today?" this was the meet and greet Line 23 year old Victor Farron would often say to the people he helped at the small mechanic shop in the middle of Queens in New York, he was incharge of Oil Changes, and office keeping, however this was a front. Victor had a history of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and definantly for the wrong reasons. Farron was part of a small group of amature theives known as the Westes, they where named for the now infamous band of irish maffia from Hells Kitchen in the 70's. On this particular oil change however there was a surprise in store for Victor. 1

"Come with us punk," the customers turned out to be goons for the local gang, without a word one of them Pistol whipped him in the back of the head knocking him out. Victor awoke to the sound of a single scream and came upon the sight of a tall man in a cloak killing one of the goons with his bear hands, with a sickening snap he crushed the mans throat. "Victor Farron, you are one lucky man." Before Victor could get up to run the stranger grabbed his leg, with a heave he lifted Victor to his feet. Alright Victor there is a favor I ask in return for saving you." the stranger turns to him and Victor can see his reflection in the strangers dark glasses. "Alright sure, sir I guess I could do your favor seeing as you kinda killed my attackers." The stranger smiled and popped his knuckles. "Alright heres what I want you to do, there is someone of intrest and well I want you to kill him for me," Victor was dumbstruck.2

"This is absurd, you want me to do what?" Victor asked the mysterious man in the cloak, "Simple I want you to go to this place, Pulling out a map the stranger hands it over to Victor to look out, the place marked on the map is Our Lady of Enduring Faith Church, the father there is on this list of people that wrong fully sent me away for a long time." Victor crumples the map and throws it back at him, "What does your life story have any bearing to my current situation?" 3

The cloaked figure smiles behind his twisted maw and reaches in to his coat pocket and pulls out a gun with a pearl handle, "The preacher is the key to your survival, and if you meet anyone else kill them as well, if that isn't enough of an initciative heres a check for 50,000.00, now go be a good little boy and do as I say." Victor grabs the guns handle and points it at the cloaked figure, "How do I know you aren't just going to set me up for attempted murder or something, I mean I just met you and you already know so much about me." The figure in the cloak takes off his glasses and said "Do you have any other fucking choice, now go make the hit, get some money and get the hell out of here." With that the masked figure smiles and disapears into the early morning fog.4

"Fuck, what did who was that guy? Well who ever he was, he got me out of that hornets nest, so I guess killing this guy in return will have to suffice, a life for a life right?" Victor uncrumples the map and looks at the tattered piece of paper, Our Lady of Enduring Faith eh? this has to be a setup...5