Jobe
07-29-07, 07:32 PM
Name: Jack Barrett or "Jobe"
Age: 35
Race: Human
Hair Color: Rusty Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5''11
Weight: 210 lbs.
Occupation: Hitman
Personality: Having been in the business of killing people for the better part of his life, Jack is a man of few words and is far from good company. Once been asked by a lover what he would do if he couldn't kill people for a living, there was simply silence. Its not to say that this man derives a sick pleasure in his work, but after awhile Jack grew desensitized to the word 'murder' and shunned the bitter philosophy of taking another human life. Albeit a man of his word, the hitman has little patience for people who betray his trust, and with the mindset of a borderline psychopath, will gladly dispose of anybody who decides to stand in his way from completing a job.
Appearance: Standing about as tall as your average man and far stronger then most, Jack makes it a hobby to be but a figment of someone’s imagination, and whenever seen is usually brushed off just the same. Having spent time in most parts of Althanas, the assassin developed a sort've neutral goatee that stretches over the better part of his face and dilludes into a sea of black stubbles. Quiet hazel eyes often meet your gaze before you even have a chance to look up, and its often lends an uneasy feeling to your typical bystander.
Having been robbed of most of his equipment upon his arrival on Althanas, Jack crafted whatever tools he needed or what was left of his to begin with, and is often concealed on his person with the rule of thumb that if its difficult to place when swapping disguises in less then a minute, its probably not worth holding onto. Dressed in black jeans and a white cotton shirt, criss-crossed by a set of black, leather suspenders fit for a cop. Jack never grows too attached to his armor having often needed to discard it to preserve the secrecy of his identity on a mission. Often seen in a basalt trench coat to help the assassin hide himself in darkness, Jack could be seen as suspicious in traveling with such a thing in broad daylight.
History:
Excerpt From A Recording Made by Coronian Authorities.
File: DA8/7769- Jobe
Lead Interrogator: Detective Derek Frauz - Hospitalized
Secondary Interrogator: Detective Matthew Sipps - Deceased
Suspect: Lenny "Two-Faced" Schultz- Deceased
Date: July 17th, 2007 12:03 A.M.
After reading the bloodstained label upon the tape, a man smacks down the lid of the device and flip the switch of the recording a steady hiss of static fills the air as the contraption playing the tape struggles to handle the corrupt data. Steadily a light, cowardly voice breathes a long sigh as if he were blowing smoke. Slowly the sound of something being grounded in the table savagely at the sound of a solemn protest from far off. Slowly the dark atmosphere of the battered interrogation room molds into that of a small room boxed in by granite and the single strip of one-way glass reforms itself by memory as the three begin to talk slowly and calmly.
***
"Your name please? Feel free to speak into the microphone over there," stated a rather outspoken gentlemen later identified as Frauz. A moment passed and the drum of fingers against the table came from the suspect's direction.
After a brief pause indicating the tape was shut off to go off the record, the same light voice from the smoker's point of view spoke nervously and far too close to the microphone," M-my name is Lenny Schultz."
" And what is it you do, Lenny?", Frauz said with an air of patience slowly being restored in his voice.
" I-I'm a-a-a.. a small-time thief. Small," the voice repeated as if he was coached into saying so through some form of physical persuasion. The sound of the detective began with the same Coronian governmental air before the suspect cut him off," Com'n man, we don't have time for this! Lets finish this up before he gets here!".
The sound of scrabbling against the table indicated a pencil writing various notes upon paper before the detective continued, this time far more annoyed," Who is it that is 'coming here', and why? I thought you said that this man won't bring attention of himself to the public."
" L-l-look, man. I'm not your fucking puppet, alright? I don't care how many times you beat me. Yeah, that's right, hit me. Get the f-f-fuck out of my face. I'm not scared of you big boy.", the sound of a slight scuffle followed by a high pitched scream was cut out by a sharp hiss as the microphone was knocked off the table. The voices grew far more savage as the suspect screamed in agony and the sound of Frauz trying to pry his co-worker off the suspect. This went on for several until Lenny screamed," Alright! Alright! I'll talk, I'll talk! Just get your foot off my face!".
Slowly things came back together as the sounds of seats scraping against the stone floor and the sound of something hitting the table as the microphone was lifted back into place," Damn it, Matt. Get control of yourself.. in fact, get out of here. No, get the fuck out!", the sound of a chair scraping again followed by a loud booming voice and the slamming of a door. Things came back to order as Frauz shuffled his papers and repeated," Go on, Lenny.".
" No, man. I'm dead. This man is going to fucking kill me, do you understand? Dead. He doesn't care what the public thinks if someone knows about him, and he'll try to preserve his identity at any cost!", the suspect whimpered with fright.
The sound of scratching against the table persisted followed by a snort," Who is going to kill you, Lenny? Your in the middle of a station full of Corones' best and brightest dedicated to protecting this city.. even the more colorful of its citizens. Now relax, alright? There are four armed uniforms outside this door and another six in the room behind me. Don't worry about it, your safe here. Now who is this man?".
The thief gave a shallow, stuttered breath as he attempted to calm himself down followed by the sound of fire sparking to life on the tip of a match," His name? I don't think this is his name.. but I got a word while I was up in the rafters of the Jacrabzi Estate...".
The detective said suspiciously," We are already aware of what you’re doing here. On the record you, Lenny Schultz were found at the scene of a murder within the suburbs of Radasanth, inside the mansion of a Mr. Eustus Jacrabzi. What is this word and why is this man important? Speak directly into the microphone".
The thief whispered," .. Jobe. The don called the man Jobe. Hes the new contract killer you see? Everybody in the underworld is usin' him. Shouldn't had been there, I ain't goin' on the record of stealin' from the Jacrabzi family," the man paused and began again at the sound of a puff of smoke," Jacrabzi told him something about a hit, I didn't get the exact details other then a name that sounds like the guy whose head of customs. Y'know? I heard that this customs guy has been given the Don a lot of grief with the red tape and all with a certain shipment..".
"Uh-huh," the detective said as he scrabbled down more notes," Now tell me what went wrong with this? It doesn't sound like this Jobe person would like to mess up a business opportunity, right?".
"I know, man, and I was shocked too. Y'see I was wedged up in the ceiling and I was waitin' for these two to leave so I could.." a brief hiss welled up at the sound of a hand covering the mic," .. yeah, yeah. This guy, Jobe, was from this place called Euess. Y'know? And the guy was talking to the don as if they were old friends, talking about a hit he did in some place called Spain when he was brought here. But this, this is when things get twisted.", Lenny said with a pique of interest.
"Yeah? How so?", the detective responds diligently.
"The Don slipped up some how. I don't know, the Jobe began asking a lot of funny, loaded questions until the two began shouting. It was something over how the guy arrived on Althanas. Waking up on a beach.. and.. all his stuff was gone, yeah, thats right.. anyway. The Don looked to be sweating under the collar as he got up from his desk and walked over to his fire place where he was hiding a piece, y'see? The hitman, though, was onto him from the get-go, and the Don said something about some.. hand.. or gang wanting this Jobe guy from something, and he had to be smuggled out of Spain fer some reason. Y'know? I don't really get it, but it seemed to piss this hitman off enough to pull some sort of knife. The Don reached for the gun behind the clock on the mantle but the knife hit him in the gut, y'see? The guy didn't have time to scream before Jobe was on him, pounding away with this black thing until the Don was unconscious...", the thief stated adequately.
As the detective began to form his next wording the sound of a large boom from far off on the other side of the department went off simultaneously as the sound of glass shattering and a loud grunt as someone hit the ground. The sound of someone stepping on the glass with crunches was met with a scream of the thief that was cut off as the detective attempted to get to his feet only to meet the sound of a large metal thud and the sound of a body crumpling to the ground. A stoic, quiet voice was rough as static met the air as the recorder hit the ground while the table was pushed over," I knew I'd find you here."
"Y-you can't do this, yer in the middle of a police station! In Corone! You won't get out alive!", Lenny said before a sharp crack met the air and the sound of whimpering," God! No.. please, please don't!".
"You let me worry about that. What is important is that you don't tell the public who I am. This place, Althanas, isn't ready to meet the likes of me," the sound of a wire snapping taut was met with one more fearful scream as the crunch of glass grew farther and farther away," Scream all you want, doesn't make a lick of difference in a soundproof room. Now com'n, Lenny. We all meet our end, and you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time," the stranger reiterated with the sound of finality in his voice.
There was a sharp noise of a brief violent struggle followed by a man gasping for breath and gagging as his life was abruptly snuffed out. Slowly the man who was obviously Jobe walked up to the microphone and ignored the sound of Frauz slowly grunting for air. Slowly the sound of the microphone traveling to someone's mouth ended with a brief whisper," This is Jack Barrett, and nobody will ever hear this message.".
***
An ear piercing hiss was all that was left at the sound of a loud crunch, and it appeared to be a miracle that the tape survived the assault. Somehow though, this transmission doesn't seem to be like something that needs to get out to the public just yet. Slowly the man holding the tape recorder, obviously looking to be of some higher branch of the Coronian government popped the lid of the recorder and placed it in his breast pocket," As far as you know, Mr. Jack Barrett.".
Skills:
Active Abilities:
Murderer's Instinct I: Having been an assassin for over twenty years, there is a certain rhythm that Jack grew accustomed to when quietly taking out a target. Having this experience, the hitman also possesses an average knowledge of which bones and tendons to break in a quick manner in order to overpower his victim. Because of this, once Jack gets his hands upon a victim, he grows 1.5x stronger then a normal human being until he or she is dead or the target manages to get out of his grasp.
Quiet Step I: Hiding comes natural to the assassin, albeit average, and during the few tense moments of approaching a victim from behind Jack developed a style of crouching that leaves himself undetected to opponents equal to his level. This step works on most floors with the exception of roofs and attic floorboards.
Who? I: Often in need of a good disguise when in the presence of high profile targets, Jack can put on the clothing of a disposed victim and take on his identity for a small period of time. Keeping it simple once he hides of the body, the assassin often stays away from those who might become suspicious of him and his adept level in the matter keeps his identity concealed from character within a two level range.
Passive Abilities:
Deadeye I: Using firearms or any other ranged weapon is a Barrett family tradition, and Jack was no exception to the case. As a child, the soon-to-be assassin was often taken out doors with his brothers and father on various hunting trips in order to preserve the family name with precision and accuracy. Due to this, Jack often finds himself far more comfortable with ranged weapons whether it be firearms (average), crossbows (average), or even throwing knives (above average).
The Macgyver Factor I: Having been at the rather blue collar end of the spectrum, Jack has had to learn through reading of various textbooks to craft most anything into a weapon. Over the years of being a contract killer, Jack can make a weapon out of most woods and natural metals equivalent to iron or steel. This process often takes about ten minutes due to his alien environment, but with enough experience Jack could become more adept in his clever creations. However these objects are rather flimsy sometimes and often have to be relatively simple in order for Jack to conceal it efficently.
Man-O-War I: In order to keep his weaponry from becoming obsolete until he can find a merchant to deal with, Jack has taken it upon himself to read a few books on blacksmithing. Although this knowledge keeps the durability of his weapons 2/3 that of a standard weapon purchased from the bazaar, Jack still has much to learn in order to create weapons of higher calibur then iron and steel.
Equipment:
Steel Garrote: Made in the design of his mentor, Jack has treated this strangulation cord with a special coating of oil that causes the weapon to stick to the flesh of a victim, making it far more difficult to fend off a simple strangling while caught up in the intense struggle for precious air. This weapon is very difficult for someone between level 0-2 to break, but can easily fixed or replaced afterwards.
Dual Steel Daggers: Having been crafted by his own hand, Jack has kept the design of the weapon simple due to the nature of his business. Because of the constant risk of having to dispose of the murder weapon, the dagger is often kept simple with the exception of a hilt that once driven into the victim, places the weapon at an awkward angle, making it difficult to get out and even more troublesome to run away. This weapon is often covered in soot to cover the metal gleam.
The St. Paul Special: Having been at the end of such a weapon, Jack saw that in his current situation, this could make a high-stakes battle end fairly quickly for an opponent not smart enough to duck. Made from a hollowed out rod of oak stretching down the length of his arm, this weapon has a solid lead pipe concealed within that is capped off by a set of simple varnished wooden caps. This weapon, once a cap is removed, proves to be a deadly tool. Once swung at the opponent, the lead pipe slides out of the wooden rod, and given the momentum, could crush a skull if the enemy wasn't nimble enough.
Lockpick Set: Made from bent pieces of steel, Jack finds himself constantly in need of gaining access to places where one normally cannot get to. Having realized his only set was stolen from him while he was incapacitated, the hitman made a simple set adequate of picking simple locks and also easy to conceal in the line of his suspenders in a simple leather case.
10 Plastic 'Cuffs': Sometimes in the presence of people he is not allowed to eliminate, Jack is often in need of a way to restrain these 'VIPs' without killing them and keeping them from making a ruckus. The last of his supply from when he was in Spain, Jack can just slap these strips of plastic around the limbs of a dazed opponent and restrain them if their level is equal to 0. For some reason though, the stronger the opponent, the more likely the restraints will break.
Age: 35
Race: Human
Hair Color: Rusty Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5''11
Weight: 210 lbs.
Occupation: Hitman
Personality: Having been in the business of killing people for the better part of his life, Jack is a man of few words and is far from good company. Once been asked by a lover what he would do if he couldn't kill people for a living, there was simply silence. Its not to say that this man derives a sick pleasure in his work, but after awhile Jack grew desensitized to the word 'murder' and shunned the bitter philosophy of taking another human life. Albeit a man of his word, the hitman has little patience for people who betray his trust, and with the mindset of a borderline psychopath, will gladly dispose of anybody who decides to stand in his way from completing a job.
Appearance: Standing about as tall as your average man and far stronger then most, Jack makes it a hobby to be but a figment of someone’s imagination, and whenever seen is usually brushed off just the same. Having spent time in most parts of Althanas, the assassin developed a sort've neutral goatee that stretches over the better part of his face and dilludes into a sea of black stubbles. Quiet hazel eyes often meet your gaze before you even have a chance to look up, and its often lends an uneasy feeling to your typical bystander.
Having been robbed of most of his equipment upon his arrival on Althanas, Jack crafted whatever tools he needed or what was left of his to begin with, and is often concealed on his person with the rule of thumb that if its difficult to place when swapping disguises in less then a minute, its probably not worth holding onto. Dressed in black jeans and a white cotton shirt, criss-crossed by a set of black, leather suspenders fit for a cop. Jack never grows too attached to his armor having often needed to discard it to preserve the secrecy of his identity on a mission. Often seen in a basalt trench coat to help the assassin hide himself in darkness, Jack could be seen as suspicious in traveling with such a thing in broad daylight.
History:
Excerpt From A Recording Made by Coronian Authorities.
File: DA8/7769- Jobe
Lead Interrogator: Detective Derek Frauz - Hospitalized
Secondary Interrogator: Detective Matthew Sipps - Deceased
Suspect: Lenny "Two-Faced" Schultz- Deceased
Date: July 17th, 2007 12:03 A.M.
After reading the bloodstained label upon the tape, a man smacks down the lid of the device and flip the switch of the recording a steady hiss of static fills the air as the contraption playing the tape struggles to handle the corrupt data. Steadily a light, cowardly voice breathes a long sigh as if he were blowing smoke. Slowly the sound of something being grounded in the table savagely at the sound of a solemn protest from far off. Slowly the dark atmosphere of the battered interrogation room molds into that of a small room boxed in by granite and the single strip of one-way glass reforms itself by memory as the three begin to talk slowly and calmly.
***
"Your name please? Feel free to speak into the microphone over there," stated a rather outspoken gentlemen later identified as Frauz. A moment passed and the drum of fingers against the table came from the suspect's direction.
After a brief pause indicating the tape was shut off to go off the record, the same light voice from the smoker's point of view spoke nervously and far too close to the microphone," M-my name is Lenny Schultz."
" And what is it you do, Lenny?", Frauz said with an air of patience slowly being restored in his voice.
" I-I'm a-a-a.. a small-time thief. Small," the voice repeated as if he was coached into saying so through some form of physical persuasion. The sound of the detective began with the same Coronian governmental air before the suspect cut him off," Com'n man, we don't have time for this! Lets finish this up before he gets here!".
The sound of scrabbling against the table indicated a pencil writing various notes upon paper before the detective continued, this time far more annoyed," Who is it that is 'coming here', and why? I thought you said that this man won't bring attention of himself to the public."
" L-l-look, man. I'm not your fucking puppet, alright? I don't care how many times you beat me. Yeah, that's right, hit me. Get the f-f-fuck out of my face. I'm not scared of you big boy.", the sound of a slight scuffle followed by a high pitched scream was cut out by a sharp hiss as the microphone was knocked off the table. The voices grew far more savage as the suspect screamed in agony and the sound of Frauz trying to pry his co-worker off the suspect. This went on for several until Lenny screamed," Alright! Alright! I'll talk, I'll talk! Just get your foot off my face!".
Slowly things came back together as the sounds of seats scraping against the stone floor and the sound of something hitting the table as the microphone was lifted back into place," Damn it, Matt. Get control of yourself.. in fact, get out of here. No, get the fuck out!", the sound of a chair scraping again followed by a loud booming voice and the slamming of a door. Things came back to order as Frauz shuffled his papers and repeated," Go on, Lenny.".
" No, man. I'm dead. This man is going to fucking kill me, do you understand? Dead. He doesn't care what the public thinks if someone knows about him, and he'll try to preserve his identity at any cost!", the suspect whimpered with fright.
The sound of scratching against the table persisted followed by a snort," Who is going to kill you, Lenny? Your in the middle of a station full of Corones' best and brightest dedicated to protecting this city.. even the more colorful of its citizens. Now relax, alright? There are four armed uniforms outside this door and another six in the room behind me. Don't worry about it, your safe here. Now who is this man?".
The thief gave a shallow, stuttered breath as he attempted to calm himself down followed by the sound of fire sparking to life on the tip of a match," His name? I don't think this is his name.. but I got a word while I was up in the rafters of the Jacrabzi Estate...".
The detective said suspiciously," We are already aware of what you’re doing here. On the record you, Lenny Schultz were found at the scene of a murder within the suburbs of Radasanth, inside the mansion of a Mr. Eustus Jacrabzi. What is this word and why is this man important? Speak directly into the microphone".
The thief whispered," .. Jobe. The don called the man Jobe. Hes the new contract killer you see? Everybody in the underworld is usin' him. Shouldn't had been there, I ain't goin' on the record of stealin' from the Jacrabzi family," the man paused and began again at the sound of a puff of smoke," Jacrabzi told him something about a hit, I didn't get the exact details other then a name that sounds like the guy whose head of customs. Y'know? I heard that this customs guy has been given the Don a lot of grief with the red tape and all with a certain shipment..".
"Uh-huh," the detective said as he scrabbled down more notes," Now tell me what went wrong with this? It doesn't sound like this Jobe person would like to mess up a business opportunity, right?".
"I know, man, and I was shocked too. Y'see I was wedged up in the ceiling and I was waitin' for these two to leave so I could.." a brief hiss welled up at the sound of a hand covering the mic," .. yeah, yeah. This guy, Jobe, was from this place called Euess. Y'know? And the guy was talking to the don as if they were old friends, talking about a hit he did in some place called Spain when he was brought here. But this, this is when things get twisted.", Lenny said with a pique of interest.
"Yeah? How so?", the detective responds diligently.
"The Don slipped up some how. I don't know, the Jobe began asking a lot of funny, loaded questions until the two began shouting. It was something over how the guy arrived on Althanas. Waking up on a beach.. and.. all his stuff was gone, yeah, thats right.. anyway. The Don looked to be sweating under the collar as he got up from his desk and walked over to his fire place where he was hiding a piece, y'see? The hitman, though, was onto him from the get-go, and the Don said something about some.. hand.. or gang wanting this Jobe guy from something, and he had to be smuggled out of Spain fer some reason. Y'know? I don't really get it, but it seemed to piss this hitman off enough to pull some sort of knife. The Don reached for the gun behind the clock on the mantle but the knife hit him in the gut, y'see? The guy didn't have time to scream before Jobe was on him, pounding away with this black thing until the Don was unconscious...", the thief stated adequately.
As the detective began to form his next wording the sound of a large boom from far off on the other side of the department went off simultaneously as the sound of glass shattering and a loud grunt as someone hit the ground. The sound of someone stepping on the glass with crunches was met with a scream of the thief that was cut off as the detective attempted to get to his feet only to meet the sound of a large metal thud and the sound of a body crumpling to the ground. A stoic, quiet voice was rough as static met the air as the recorder hit the ground while the table was pushed over," I knew I'd find you here."
"Y-you can't do this, yer in the middle of a police station! In Corone! You won't get out alive!", Lenny said before a sharp crack met the air and the sound of whimpering," God! No.. please, please don't!".
"You let me worry about that. What is important is that you don't tell the public who I am. This place, Althanas, isn't ready to meet the likes of me," the sound of a wire snapping taut was met with one more fearful scream as the crunch of glass grew farther and farther away," Scream all you want, doesn't make a lick of difference in a soundproof room. Now com'n, Lenny. We all meet our end, and you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time," the stranger reiterated with the sound of finality in his voice.
There was a sharp noise of a brief violent struggle followed by a man gasping for breath and gagging as his life was abruptly snuffed out. Slowly the man who was obviously Jobe walked up to the microphone and ignored the sound of Frauz slowly grunting for air. Slowly the sound of the microphone traveling to someone's mouth ended with a brief whisper," This is Jack Barrett, and nobody will ever hear this message.".
***
An ear piercing hiss was all that was left at the sound of a loud crunch, and it appeared to be a miracle that the tape survived the assault. Somehow though, this transmission doesn't seem to be like something that needs to get out to the public just yet. Slowly the man holding the tape recorder, obviously looking to be of some higher branch of the Coronian government popped the lid of the recorder and placed it in his breast pocket," As far as you know, Mr. Jack Barrett.".
Skills:
Active Abilities:
Murderer's Instinct I: Having been an assassin for over twenty years, there is a certain rhythm that Jack grew accustomed to when quietly taking out a target. Having this experience, the hitman also possesses an average knowledge of which bones and tendons to break in a quick manner in order to overpower his victim. Because of this, once Jack gets his hands upon a victim, he grows 1.5x stronger then a normal human being until he or she is dead or the target manages to get out of his grasp.
Quiet Step I: Hiding comes natural to the assassin, albeit average, and during the few tense moments of approaching a victim from behind Jack developed a style of crouching that leaves himself undetected to opponents equal to his level. This step works on most floors with the exception of roofs and attic floorboards.
Who? I: Often in need of a good disguise when in the presence of high profile targets, Jack can put on the clothing of a disposed victim and take on his identity for a small period of time. Keeping it simple once he hides of the body, the assassin often stays away from those who might become suspicious of him and his adept level in the matter keeps his identity concealed from character within a two level range.
Passive Abilities:
Deadeye I: Using firearms or any other ranged weapon is a Barrett family tradition, and Jack was no exception to the case. As a child, the soon-to-be assassin was often taken out doors with his brothers and father on various hunting trips in order to preserve the family name with precision and accuracy. Due to this, Jack often finds himself far more comfortable with ranged weapons whether it be firearms (average), crossbows (average), or even throwing knives (above average).
The Macgyver Factor I: Having been at the rather blue collar end of the spectrum, Jack has had to learn through reading of various textbooks to craft most anything into a weapon. Over the years of being a contract killer, Jack can make a weapon out of most woods and natural metals equivalent to iron or steel. This process often takes about ten minutes due to his alien environment, but with enough experience Jack could become more adept in his clever creations. However these objects are rather flimsy sometimes and often have to be relatively simple in order for Jack to conceal it efficently.
Man-O-War I: In order to keep his weaponry from becoming obsolete until he can find a merchant to deal with, Jack has taken it upon himself to read a few books on blacksmithing. Although this knowledge keeps the durability of his weapons 2/3 that of a standard weapon purchased from the bazaar, Jack still has much to learn in order to create weapons of higher calibur then iron and steel.
Equipment:
Steel Garrote: Made in the design of his mentor, Jack has treated this strangulation cord with a special coating of oil that causes the weapon to stick to the flesh of a victim, making it far more difficult to fend off a simple strangling while caught up in the intense struggle for precious air. This weapon is very difficult for someone between level 0-2 to break, but can easily fixed or replaced afterwards.
Dual Steel Daggers: Having been crafted by his own hand, Jack has kept the design of the weapon simple due to the nature of his business. Because of the constant risk of having to dispose of the murder weapon, the dagger is often kept simple with the exception of a hilt that once driven into the victim, places the weapon at an awkward angle, making it difficult to get out and even more troublesome to run away. This weapon is often covered in soot to cover the metal gleam.
The St. Paul Special: Having been at the end of such a weapon, Jack saw that in his current situation, this could make a high-stakes battle end fairly quickly for an opponent not smart enough to duck. Made from a hollowed out rod of oak stretching down the length of his arm, this weapon has a solid lead pipe concealed within that is capped off by a set of simple varnished wooden caps. This weapon, once a cap is removed, proves to be a deadly tool. Once swung at the opponent, the lead pipe slides out of the wooden rod, and given the momentum, could crush a skull if the enemy wasn't nimble enough.
Lockpick Set: Made from bent pieces of steel, Jack finds himself constantly in need of gaining access to places where one normally cannot get to. Having realized his only set was stolen from him while he was incapacitated, the hitman made a simple set adequate of picking simple locks and also easy to conceal in the line of his suspenders in a simple leather case.
10 Plastic 'Cuffs': Sometimes in the presence of people he is not allowed to eliminate, Jack is often in need of a way to restrain these 'VIPs' without killing them and keeping them from making a ruckus. The last of his supply from when he was in Spain, Jack can just slap these strips of plastic around the limbs of a dazed opponent and restrain them if their level is equal to 0. For some reason though, the stronger the opponent, the more likely the restraints will break.