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In the powder-keg of Oldtowne, enforcer Jon Hobbes must square off against a giant of the financial community whose ultimate goal is the downfall of the Oldtowne economic structure. An Assassin who sells his skills to the highest bidder and is as deadly with his charm as he is with a knife. And a cocktail waitress who keeps him at arms length, except when he's in her bed. But none of these foes can hold a candle to the wrath of his ex wife. And towering over them all, an elusive villain looms...
I was a cop. Right up until 11:59 and 59 seconds on January 16th, 1920 when the Volstead Act took effect, ushering in Prohibition. Now I'm a bartender. In literally one second, I flipped from one side of the law to the other. But I'm also a bit more than that. I'm the one the Boss of our speakeasy turns to when the hard things need to get done. The strong drink. The tough call. The hard kill. I'm a bartender. With a gun. And a healthy appetite for the sauce. I was a cop. Now I'm a bartender. My name is Jon Hobbes.
When Giving Safety Instructions, Flight Attendants Always Tell You to Secure Your Oxygen Mask First. Why? Because You Can't Help Someone Else Until You're OK First.
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