Minutes ticked by with no 'Big Man' coming, and Jon was becoming pretty impatient. His foot tapping on the ground, he took the time to observe his surroundings. Sure enough, it was an old factory, though completely renovated to fit the needs of the hood of people inside it. A lot of the machinery had been taken apart or thrown out completely, as junk. A lot of the lumber was still present though, in various corners or just around the warehouse floor. A couple of big bars though, all stocked with drinkage along the walls and behind it, a few dining areas, some gambling tables, pool tables, and what looked to be fighting circles in a couple places, all scattered around the warehouse floor. The warehouse floor, overall seemed to be decked out to be the ultimate lower to middle class party palaces. It was even the same on the railed off second floor, save for the small hallway of offices that seemed more reserved. That, or just less used.

Well, almost less used. The door to one of the offices opened, the door squeaking loud enough to get everyone's attention, Jon's included. Looking up, he saw the same kid from earlier, now with an older man, about Jon's age, and with a somewhat distant but irritated look on his face as he went down the stairs, right towards Jon.

Jon furrowed his brows, standing himself straighter as the 'Big Man' approached him.

The man in question was as tall as Jon, maybe an inch or two taller; his skin had a slightly darker shade to Jon's more pallid skin tone, his hair nearly jet black, and naturally no less, and his eyes a shade of grey-blue, it looked.

Once he got within a foot or so from Jon, he stopped, crossing his arms and looking the man over.

Big Man's gaze was intense, investigating Jon as if he'd committed a crime in front of him. Honestly, the way Big Man looked at him so despondently, it made Jon's skin crawl. Still, he remained still, and confident.

Eventually, Big Man spoke.

"...So, you're the guy who beat the hell out of one of my guys this week; you broke the poor kid's nose." he started.

Jon snorted softly.

"He had a knack for sticking it into people's business like it was his own. Just taught the little bastard a lesson in humility, I guess."

Big Man scoffed, chuckling and shaking his head. "Humility...Javi, listen to this guy."

The younger man in question, apparently Javi, blinked softly and chuckled a bit.

"That's definitely a way to put it." he replied, Big Man nodding and looking back to Jon.

"Be that as it may, Javi here thinks you'd be a good addition to us Red Wolves; you're careless, angry, a real hardass, through and through."

Jon didn't know whether or not to take that as an insult, or a compliment. Either way, he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to risk running it at the wrong time and getting his ass in a sling. That, or because he was beginning to lose what little patience he possessed.

He hated how this 'Boss' was seemingly walking on eggshells around him.

Big Man pulled out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lighting it slowly and inhaling a breath.

"Alright then, pretty boy...if one of my men is rootin' for you, you gotta prove it to me." he spoke, smoke billowing around his lips before he exhaled it more completely into the air.

"Do you think you got what it takes to ride with us? Die with us, if you even wanna?" he asked, eyes continuing to scan over Jon, like a predator to prey.

Jon narrowed his own, glancing around the large room of men and women; street people, like him, who knew their way around with a weapon and the law, clearly. Surely none of the finer things in this warehouse came for free, or from charity...it seemed like the real deal, for the time being.

"Well, I'm sure as hell not here to sell cookies, if that's what you're insinuating, Big Man." Jon replied.

"Tony. Just call me Tony."

Big Man, or Tony now, inhaled from the cigarette again, sighing out and walking slowly around Jon.

"Its one thing I don't do. I don't think I do have what it takes, I know I do. You think this is my first run in with street guys?" Jon said, watching him as he circled him.

Tony hummed, looking more directly to Jon over that answer.

"Yeah...and how do you plan to prove that?" he asked.

Jon scoffed softly, turning his head at him.

"Sure as hell isn't standing here, I'll tell you that."

Ah, there he went, running his mouth at the wrong time, at the wrongest place imaginable. Surely he'd take a few down with him if Tony were to sick'em on Jon like a large pack of dogs, but he knew he wouldn't win that fight. If anything, it would be for an awkward visit to the hospital.

Again, why was he here? More to the point, why hadn't he left, especially once he realized he was right about the situation that the kid, apparently Javi, put him into? Was him beating the hell out of some brat great enough to recommend him to an even more dangerous gang syndicate?

Apparently.

"Before you say anything else, Tony, Big Man, whatever you're called...who even are you guys? What do you do?" Jon questioned, looking right at Tony, who's despondent expression didn't leave his face.

"Who are we? Well, that one's a bit hard to explain, so I'll make it basic: we're the Red Wolves. We formed about a couple years back, right here in good 'ol Whitewell. Myself, and all these fine gentlemen and ladies, well, we felt we needed a little more excitement in our little city. These days, we got a hand or two in town shipping and...a quieter sort of neighborhood watch."

Tony took another drag of his cigarette.

"We specialize in profiteering as well; a bit of...under the counter stuff, if 'ya know what I mean."

Jon listened closely, furrowing his brows as his brain racked what he meant, soon easily getting it. Hell, he'd be an idiot if he didn't get it.

Makes sense why he hadn't heard of them, is because they didn't want to be heard of. Jon's dealt with enough guys like Tony to know what he was insinuating with his riddle-like statements. From the looks of it, Tony seemed to automatically realize Jon's realization as well, a small smirk forming on the corner of his lips.

"Clearly you've done this before. Forgive me, my dad's a cop; taught me how to read people, and I'm reading you like a book, uh..." he spoke, muttering softly in confusion at Jon, not knowing his name. Or not remembering.

Jon grimaced.

"Jon. Jon Morgan. And good for you. Do me a favor, and don't do it again; I'd rather keep my head to myself, thank you." he huffed.

Tony snorted a bit, taking a final inhale of his cigarette before tossing it on the concrete floor, stepping his boot on it to put it out.

"You're funny, kiddo. And the real deal, it seems; you could definitely knock me down a few pegs if 'ya wanted. Not an invitation, don't get too excited, Jon." Tony said, sighing out and putting his hands idly in his jacket pockets, going over to Jon, both men facing each-other directly.

"Listen up, I've had this gang, the Wolves, running as smooth as a newborn's ass for years. 'Ya wanna prove yourself, prove it with time with us. Go on a stint or two, ride around, show the town you're nothin' to mess with. Maybe even snatch up a babe or two, show 'em a good time. Whether you like it or not, Jon Morgan, you're a Wolf. Can't very well have 'ya goin' about your day knowin' everything about us, right? You seem like a smart guy, I'd hate to be mistaken."

Jon listened to Tony's speech, threats lacing in its undertones, should Jon think to do the exact opposite of what Tony wanted.

Looking around the warehouse again, and to all the gang members, Jon felt himself tense his jaw a bit.

He really hated being right about these things sometimes. He could have called it intuition, but he'd be giving himself too much credit than he was due for, which wasn't much in the first place.

The man only had himself to blame though...he figured this all out, and he still came here, for whatever reasons were apparent to him. He wasn't planning on joining any sort of gang or syndicate of any sorts when he arrived in Whitewell. Here he was though, face to face with a gang leader, and clearly possible crime boss, with the open option of becoming a possible gang member.

Some luck for him.

Looking back to Tony, he nibbled the inside of his cheek in thought, until it all eventually came down to the phrase 'What have I got to lose?'

What did he have to lose from joining this kind of gang, besides used furniture?

"...I'd like to give myself that, definitely." Jon sighed.

"What do I gotta do then, huh?"

Tony suddenly smiled wide, chuckling to himself and patting Jon's back.

"Ah, see? You came around easy enough. You also caught me on a good day. Our next stint is in a week from now, so today's all free. That is, unless you wanna make a quick run for me. You can share in the riches of your bounty, I assure." Tony said, clearing his throat and running his hand through his hair.

"I ran out of my favorite drink. However, there's a certain convenient store I want you to go to, the guy there will give it to us for free. Let Javi go with you, he'll lead you to it."

Tony gestured to the younger male nearby, to which Jon looked at. Javi blinked and cleared his throat, but otherwise nodded at Jon.

"Yeah, its not far. The guy will hook us up good."

Before Jon could even say a word, Tony again smacked him lightly on the back, making him grunt a bit.

"There you go. First trial for the Wolves, get us some drinks." he finished, waving him off and walking away.

"Hurry, daylight's falling." he called as he headed back for the stairs. Jon watched him the whole time, brows furrowing and suspicion growing. It may have been how his attitude changed seemingly at the drop of a hat, but Jon still had jitters or goosebumps, whatever they were, because of his apparent new boss.

Something just wasn't right.

"Hey, come on. We better get moving." Javi spoke to Jon, gesturing him out the warehouse doors.

Jon looked to the other male, making a quiet 'hmph' sound as he followed. As he did, he shot a few glares to some of the other gang members as he left the warehouse, going towards his bike.

Wordlessly, he got onto Jade and started her up, though waiting for Javi's car to drive ahead first. Once it did, Jon easily followed it.

The car ended up going down the entrance road towards the warehouse, and turning the road corner with the trees nearby it, towards the town. Instead of going the straight path, he took a right turn, to another path that Jon hadn't previously been aware of. He clearly didn't know the land well enough yet. Still, he followed the car down the path. After a couple minutes, he realized that this store was a bit aways from the warhouse than the town was; at least an extra few minutes.

Thankfully, it wasn't hard to spot. Soon enough, Jon found himself in a large, open clearing, with one rectangular-sized building, along with two gas pumps. In big words on the edge of the roof, was the words 'Billow's General Store'.

It seemed more of a shack than a convenient store, definitely older than a few of the other buildings in Whitewell, and worn. Nevertheless, it was clearly still in business, and still had some attendees. On the slightly raised deck in front of the store, was an older man, rocking quietly in a rocking chair; he seemed to be asleep. Jon couldn't blame him though, what with the gentler weather, along with being under a cool awning such as he was.

Pulling up to the front, next to Javi's car, he shut Jade's engine off, sighing as he got up, Javi soon getting out of the car. The other male caught up with Jon, fixing his hair a bit.

"That's Mr. Billow, the store owner. Just leave him, its a pastime." Javi said, lightly slapping Jon's chest and going forward.

"I'm...actually kind of glad that went well. Tony didn't seem in a good mood. Then again, I've been wrong before." Javi chuckled, though Jon didn't follow his laughter; he actually grimaced, shaking his head as he went up the steps towards the front door.

Javi went in first, Jon behind him.

"Hey Judias!" Javi called to the store clerk.

Jon turned his head to look at said clerk, immediately noticing the dark hair, tied in a messy bun. His gaze didn't falter though, his blue eyes meeting with the clerk's, once the other turned around, and faced them.

Jon blinked softly to the sight of the other man behind the counter, Javi's voice briefly ringing in his head with the clerk's name:

Judias.