Jack finishes up his guy by putting a bullet in his head "thanks for that" Jack looks over to see his fathers dead body nearby "well I guess you heard that that thing is... Well.... Used to be my father. He used to be the most caring man in the world, but then he had an accident and had to have some cybernetic implants, the doctors didn't put the implant in correctly, and it drove him insane, he became a tyrant, so me, I was only 4 at the time, and my mom fled to Clockmetal, where we lived on the streets until my mother died of pneumonia. And that's when the brotherhood found me, a starving, skinny child, they took me in, trained me in their ways, taught me to defend the weak, and punish their oppressors, unfortunately, this time an oppressor was my father. That's why I didn't want to come and help you, I could never kill him myself. But thank you, there are at least 20,000 credits in that safe, why don't we split them?"

Zhackie places a foot on the other man who is currently on the ground, clutching his stomach trying to catch his breath. He looks at the man you just shot. "Did he have to die?"

"If he lived, he would have hurt someone else." Jack pulled out a pistol and shot the one currently on the floor, "that is the code of my brotherhood, no loose ends, no more pain. So do you want the credits or not?"

Zhackie smiles. "I'll take my share" He says as he uploads 10,000 credits unto his Tac Pad. "I have other work to tend to now" He says as he heads for the exit.

"Hey! The brotherhood could use talent like yours, just find me if you're interested."

"I'll keep that in mind"