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> CommID: Jacques Maverick
> Location: Valence Base,Dauphine
> Encryption: Medium
> Subject: The man himself
Well...well..where shall I start?
Maybe I can start by explaining how i got that 'famous eye patch'. No fancy story behind it but still just to inform you...
Around 10 years ago,I was roaming on the dirty streets of Marne and that is a dangerous business. I was peddling guns for a local gang. You see guns are very important on Marne,if you don't have one in good working condition then you can consider your self dead.
The police....no such thing exists. Even after the '
liberation of Marne' by the Council things have barely improved.
Poverty,crime and grime darken the streets of Marne and the sky is blackened by the innumerable polluting factories.
There on the streets,I was ''picked up'' by another local rival gang and my
precious guns worth at least 10k were taken from me.
Now you need to take care of your guns.The gang will give(loan) you the guns to sell them in "certain areas" and you can keep a percentage of earnings as one's commission. But the problem comes if you lose your guns,its your responsibility and if you lose the guns then you will have to pay.
I was a bit careless that day as i moved away from my selling point and went to the rival gang's area. Profit makes you do silly things.
The rival gang got hold of me and beat me up like hell,one punch shut one of my eyes.
Worse was to come.
My own gang got hold of me and made me pay for my carelessness. They beat me up and one fellow who held some sh1tty grudge against me punched me on my injured eye with
brass knuckles.
And that was the end of my eye.
I stole an eye patch from some old homeless guy who probably had a similar experience like my own.
The rest is history. And you don't want me to remove me eye patch because beneath it I hide my 'secret weapon'.
Vive les Brigands!
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