Randel was an infamous con man and gambler working the casinos and tourists of Las Vegas. He worked the city that never sleeps as it is one of the most difficult challenges he has faced in recent years. The Vegas casinos were put under tight guard and watched closely at all times. It forced Randel to utilize everything he knew such as blending in, sleight of hand, card counting, you know, all the tricks of the trade. He had spent a month scouting the casino he was looking to stealing from, he would arrive at different times and never more than twice a week. He would see guard locations, get an idea of areas they could see, check for cameras, and watch the games and how each dealer worked them. He had put his plan into place and arrived at the casino ready to work, the night started off well and all was going smoothly, going through his motion of win win loss win lose, and repeat. He would never allow himself to lose much though, it was just to throw off potential prying eyes, people can have lucky nights after all. No hiccups as usual, he expected there to be more difficulty due to the area, maybe he just talked Vegas up to himself more than he should've. This was before he moved to the next table, a blackjack table, easy right? Well the man sitting next to him, he looked suspicious, a well dressed man but had this aura about him, but Randel was on the high of his life and didn't think too much of it. Randell played the game as he would normally enjoying himself and being completely oblivious to the man nodding to someone a table across. After a successful night Randel packed up his things and headed to cash in as usual. Walking down the strip of Las Vegas, whistling to himself, he suddenly ran into 2 large men. They grabbed and dragged him down a nearby alley muffling and attempt at yelling, before he knew it he was knocked unconscious. Next thing he knew he woke up gagged and tied to a metal floor of what sounded like a plane. Unsure of how long he had been unconscious he struggled to free himself and get out of here before something worse happens to him. He felt a piercing needle like pain in the back of his right shoulder, when he looked out there was a syringe stabbed in him and a man wearing medical scrubs and mask stood over him. Randel could barely get a look at the man before starting to feel drowsy and passing out. It was clear that Randel had gotten under the skin and stolen from people he shouldn't have, and now it could potentially cost him his life. Upon waking up next, he was in a forest surrounded by men in masks and he could see that man in the scrubs from earlier as well. One man stepped forward, he looked like the man from the Vegas club and once he spoke Randel knew it was him. "You've stolen a lot from me" the man said "I like your attitude and hell if you weren't good at it, fooled me that's for sure, but unfortunately if I let one person fuck with me like you have and not done anything about it, then more would attempt the same thing, and I just can't afford that." He signalled his men to get into the truck "Again, I am sorry but business is business." The men then all got into the truck and left driving off leaving Randel in this forest to die. So begun the story of Randel Pope.