He was cold. Very very cold. But he wouldn't go back. Time to work! He kept looking and looking for the market but couldn't find it. "Hey kid what you doing out 'ere?". He looked at the man. He was wearing a coat and a purple bandanna. The mark of a market giver. " Kid what are you doin? It's not safe round 'ere!" He walked to the man and said " I'm looking for the market." He was 8 years old and already starting his career. The man looked at him " What you gonna do at the market son?,"He laughed and continued " get lost kid". That was when he pulled his gun and said " I'm planning on earning some money in the hit man business. Know anyone willing to give a kid a job or matey train him?" The man with the bandanna gulped " Alright kid. I know a guy. Let's go talk with 12. Names Zexceed and you?" The kid looked up and said " Yakov".