Solo Once bad, always bad...

[Jimmy Salomon]

Searching for a job had become an endless and futile pursuit, and Jimmy was tired. This wasn't a physical tiredness it was a mental one.
He remembered his life as an unofficial bodyguard in Hiko's brothel; easy money, free booze and many women. It suddenly dawned on him that trying to get an honest job simply was not who he was - and never would be. He simply was not made for the simple, quiet life.

He decided to return to the game, he wanted to make this return one to be remembered. He would go about this the smart way: No prostitutes, no booze, no drugs and definitely no needless fighting - it would be all about the money and nothing more.

Jimmy got up from his bed, went over to his closet and reached to the back left corner from which, under a discarded shirt, he brought out his familiar knuckleduster, the only loyal friend he ever had. He spoke to it, as thought it were a person " My good friend, who has never disappointed me, help me this last time, so we can once more emerge victorious".