"Hey, dude. It''s still too early now. The Cassidy''s only open at night."


    Wilbur turned to see a muscr porter grinning at him.


    "Oh, I think you have the wrong idea. I''m not going to The Cassidy, I was just passing by."


    The porter nodded. "You don''t say. Everyone thinks the same thing when they walk past this ce."


    Wilbur''s face flushed, and he turned around. "Er, actually... I''m here looking for a job. I''ve been having some money troublestely."


    "I see. What do you do?"


    "Anything, as long as the price is right."


    "How about helping me out with moving some things?"


    "Sure."


    Wilbur could only say yes and followed the porter to a hotel. There, they loaded the food they had from the truck into the kitchen, which only took half a day with the additional help.


    Later that afternoon, Wilbur was dragged into ying cards with the porter named Tommy as well as his friends. Wilbur''s n had been to hide his identity anyway, so he yed along with everyone without winning or losing too much.


    Time ticked by quickly enough, and night fell not long after. Tommy brought Wilbur into The Cassidy along with a few of his friends. The club, which looked rather dull and boring in the day, was bustling with life and lights at night.


    Tommy and his friends quickly found girls to keep thempany. Tommy ordered two pints of beer and handed Wilbur one of them before slinging an arm around Wilbur''s shoulder. "Want me to get you a girl, bro?"


    "No, I don''t want a girl."


    "You''re quite a man of honor, aren''t you? Come with me, then."


    Tommy dragged Wilbur into the hallway, walking over to the elevator. The two men headed to the basement, which seemed to be a gambling ring with dozens of tables and chairs set up.


    It was not long before Tommy sat Wilbur down at one of the tables, cing a bet while Wilbur watched. Tommy made three winning bets in a row and quickly grew rather smug.


    "Wanna y, bro?"


    "No, I''m alright."


    Tommy smiled and was just about to persuade Wilbur further when two gunshots sounded in the room. The people scattered like mice, rushing to the stairs and flooding out.


    Tommy turned to run as well. He looked around frantically in the crowd but could not see Wilbur. Upon turning around, he saw Wilbur still standing at their table, looking rather calm.


    Tommy had no choice but to speed up his escape just as a fat man came running out of one of the rooms to the side. A muscr man chased after the fat man with


    a chair, hurling it at him and sending the fat man tumbling onto the ground.


    The fat man backed away with all his might, begging sincerely as he did so, "Please, Mister Fawkes. Please don''t kill me, please. I''ll give you all your money, and my money too. Just don''t kill me, please."


    Fawkes scowled at the fat man. "You''ve let me down, George. Take this."


    Upon saying the words, Fawkes fired three consecutive shots into George''s head before cursing, "I f*cking hate liars like you!"


    Fawkes spat onto George''s face and turned to leave when Wilbur said, "Hang on, Fawkes. I think we should have a chat."


    Fawkes stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at Wilbur. Wilbur had


    changed his appearance to look like Trevor Penn, thus Fawkes failed to recognize him.