Application of Interest: Mark Raymond Jr.

[Playa]

*Mark Raymond enters his room, crying and depressed
*His room would be really messy*
*Mark Raymond scraps out a paper from his notebook
*The notebook was torn and worn out*
*Mark Raymond takes out a pen from his drawer angrily
*Mark Raymond starts writing

Address:
La Famiglia Assassini Pagati
1 Blueberry Ave.
Blueberry
Los Santos
LS52 3BZ

To whomever it may concern, this is Mark Raymond Jr, AKA son of one and only Mark Raymond. I am writing this letter because of something serious that has happened, and how I want to join Pagati and complete my father's quest.

Recently there was an accident, an accident that took my father's life away. My father had been paralyzed while being in the HQ doing Pagati work. Due to this, he had to take immediate retirement and spent most of his life then on bed. Now, yesterday there was an accident, he was killed, by a man, some enemy of Pagati. My father was shot dead by him. Now he could have defended himself if he had the power left in him, he didn't. And not once did anyone come to meet my father after he was paralyzed, not one of you came to my father's funeral. As angry as I could be with you guys, I have better things to do. That better things include me completing my father's quest and also taking revenge on that man. I would have done it alone, but I don't have those resources yet. I need Pagati to do so. So here I am, writing to you. I just came back from his funeral and I don't know what to do. Also, Mr. Amal always saw my father as his son, logically I am his grand son, and now its time for him to look over me. I have always looked at my father as my mentor, I need someone, who knew him to do the job. I don't know if I was clear enough. I don't know if I will be even considered or not, I don't know if you guys even care at all. I just know that I am to do this job, with or without your help, just that its faster and smarter and quicker and more efficient with your help.

Did you ever question my father's abilities? I guess not. Well guess what? I am much more efficient and better than him, I got his genes and I was trained by him from the beginning, I won't let you question my abilities even once, I am better than most of your new recruits, I am perfectly suitable for Pagati. If not for my sake, at least for my father's? The least you could have done since his death?
I am sorry for being so aggressive, but thats my right for now isn't it?
Thank you for reading,

Signed
Mark Raymond Jr.

Return Address:

Mark Raymond
(+1 949 529 4222)

21 Grand Luxury Appts
2 Blueberry Ave
Blueberry
Los Santos
LS53 3BZ

*Mark Raymond angrily folds the letter and places it in the envelop
*You would see irregular folds on the letter*
*Mark Raymond hands the letter out to the servant as he goes out of his room
*The Servant quietly takes the letter and delivers it to Pagati HQ himself

[Mr.Nightmare]

*It's 09:00 AM Monday morning*
*Aziz Sallam would be sitting on the office's main chair and drinking his morning coffe*
*A Soldier would knock on the office's door and asks permission to enter*
*Aziz Sallam shouts: Come in!
*The soldier comes in and approaches Underboss Aziz with the mail in his right hand*
*The soldier puts the mail on the desk and leaves the office*
*Aziz Sallam grabs the letters to checks them
*Mark Raymond Jr.'s letter would be on top*
*Aziz Sallam notices a letter from a guy named Mark Raymond
*Aziz Sallam whispers to himself: This name sounds familiar
*Aziz Sallam opens the envelope and starts reading the letter
''This is exactly the kind of poeple we need!''
*Aziz Sallam grabs a sheet of paper and a pen and starts writing

Adress:
21 Grand Luxury Appts
2 Blueberry Ave
Blueberry
Los Santos
LS53 3BZ

Dear Mark Raymond, I'm sorry about what happened to your father but we never recieved any news about him since he resigned. I'd like you to get to our office so we can discuss what do you need exactly. I was also one of your father's partners. Come to blueberry for an appointment.

*Aziz Sallam Places the letter into an Envolope and shields it.
*Aziz Sallam shouts : Soldier, take letters to the Post Office.
*Aziz Sallam smiles as he continues drinking his coffe.

[Robin]

*Robin Smit takes the letter and puts it in the draft box*
"Good guy, glad he's with us now." Robin Smit whispers under his breath
*Robin Smit closes the draft box and locks it*