The Bennet family. A family of bruisers, beatnicks, and bail bondsman. This being the family business, it's what me and my brother Deacon experienced for most of our lives. Our parents worked together as Bail Bondsmen and "retrievers" as they called themselves. They never had the money to hire bounty hunters, so they just did it themselves. . . this is what lead to them both ending up dead because of some druggie that decided to skip town and OD rather than serve his time rotting in a cell where he should'a. . . . I think I would've rather seen him die in a fire. . . but that's just me. Now, the business has passed on to me and my brother. We've been doing this gig now for about. . . going on five years. Though we don't really hand out money to those looking to get a free ride before the jury puts 'em on the block. . . no. . . we do a bit more dirtier work than that. You just got yourself a few grams? wantin' to pull a fast one on the old dealer and get out of town to get high? That's when your good ole' corner store hook-me-up gives us a call. We won't hurt you, we won't shoot you, we won't kill you. . . unless you give us a reason to. . or if we're given a bit of extra pay to do so. This job puts food on the table, rounds in our rifles, and gives us the cash we need to get by in life. . . heh, and then some I suppose. But now we've got a bit of something on our hands with this shot-caller guy tellin' us some boy took off with a bit more than he can chew and is now *cough* get this, "Attempting to flee the country in his Luxury Yacht, heading east bound" . . . Jesus christ this guy must be stupid. But the money's too good, so we took it, and also got hooked up with a pilot and one of them old cesna "runner" planes to take us to where they think he's heading. We're just about to be on our way now, so we'll just have to see if this prick is worth the cash. . . and if the El Carlito Kingpin is good for his word.