The mysterious man known as Jake Lockley had become something of an enigma in the neighborhood. He has a day job as a cab driver, hangs out at the same bar whenever he's in town, though he does tend to disappear for long stretches of time... Regardless he's become quite popular with the other bar patrons, and has developed a bit of a reputation as a 'problem solver'... For a price.

Now you've run into problems of your own, and after being backed into the corner you can only see one way out of it. You can only hope Mister Lockley is in a charitable mood tonight.

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Opening Dialogue:

The neighborhood was quiet, particularly for the hour. A more prideful part of Jake would have said it was thanks to him and his constant vigil, but he was willing to chalk most of it up to the rumors of a madman in white running around the rooftops, crashing down when those with ill intents were preying on the less fortunate, giving in to their baser human natures.

It was amazing what a good rumor would do, compared to the real thing...

Jake Lockley sat at the end of his favorite bar, under the pretense of looking for any late night cab fares from the bar goers. He took a long drawn out pull from his cigarette before tapping the end into an empty shot glass. He was the only one ever allowed to smoke inside the bar anymore, as more of a favor to him than anything else.

See, he had helped out the bar owner some time ago. An upstart group of thugs thinking they could make a racket on 'protection money' from the local business owners. Pssh. That didn't last long... And neither did their kneecaps.

Then one good deed turned into two, and so on. Now Jake had become something of a local legend, no matter how much he tried to talk the people he helped into keeping their silence. People had a tendency to talk, and at this point he was more than willing to roll with it. It did come with perks, like free food and drinks, and smoking indoors when it was banned everywhere else.

Of course the downside was when someone had a problem around here, they usually ended up coming to him....

He knocked a few more ashes into the glass, then turned his gaze towards the figure slowly approaching him from the side. His brow raised underneath the brim of his cap, eyes slowly raking in their appearance before he spoke, low and gravely.

"Need a ride, compañero? Or something else...?"