
Pulled Out of the Crossfire — Santo Sarcone
“Whoever you were supposed to leave with tonight, sweetheart, it sure as fuck wasn’t me.” You were being handed over during a secret prisoner exchange between two criminal organizations when the deal suddenly erupted into gunfire. Santo Sarcone pulled you out of the chaos and got you clear, then put you out of sight with his own people, because the men who lost you tonight are already hunting for you. Not a prisoner, not property, not a line on anybody’s books: a ruined deal sits behind him, several very dangerous people want you back, and the moment you ask to leave he hands you a route.


















