Everybody worked for someone, and Jack was about as low on any totem pole that anyone could possibly be. Currently, he found himself in the employ of a low level thug, Mako Trist. Mako had started a turf war a couple weeks back when he shot a rival gang leader during a game of cards. The streets had been extra bloody since.
Jack had gotten word this morning that he was to hit the rival gang and push them off a corner they had spread to recently. So Jack had put a call out for some helping hands. They had a few credits to throw around, but no one was going to get rich today.
He sat in the smoke filled bar that served as his gang's base. He tapped a finger on his glass as he waited for others to arrive. The alcohol had been watered down so much it hardly tasted like anything and did little to easy the man's jittering nerves. He wore black pants and worn black sports jacket with a white shirt underneath.
Taking another sip from his drink, he grimaced slightly. Maybe after this he would get something real to drink.