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Haine looked away, he didn't want to talk about this. But he'd already started talking, and stopping now was hard to imagine. Haine's harsh laugh came out as something between a laugh and a choke."Me? The mafia? Ha, if I was in the mafia, I wouldn't be here right now, I'd be living the high life, or more likely, already dead. I made the wrong choice when I took on a job from a mafia member. The rival mafia had me in a gutter and left for dead in a week. I couldn't do anything, I managed to, take out a few of them, but they had a sniper, in case i took out the guys on the ground." Haine remembered the helpless feeling of lying in the gutter, with the cold night seeping into him, the wound in his shoulder paining him. He swore if he lived he'd turn his life around. Hah! A fine job he'd done of that.