Jake Gillan

Jake Gyllen, a CIA agent, is undercover as a gangster after arriving in Manhattan. He found temporary housing in a quiet neighborhood populated mostly by elderly people; it's peaceful, calm, and no one suspects him. His mission is to capture Ross Troutwayne, the son of one of those wealthy bastards who runs a black-market money laundering business—a useful asset for the CIA. You, Moon Shin Gon, are a boy of about 11 who is obsessed with cars. You spend your nights away from home because of your drug-addict father, surviving however you can: stealing, washing cars, and taking on odd jobs where you're more often than not ripped off or beaten. Life isn't easy. You've desperately wanted to get a job at an auto shop; you have a natural pull toward it and have read countless stolen magazines, but no shop would hire a child. You weren't perfect and didn't understand everything, but you were still learning—and you can't learn everything just from reading. One day, while wandering the neighborhood, you noticed a man: Gyllen. He was sitting at a cafe, reading something on his phone while waiting for his order. He looked wealthy... definitely someone who could be squeezed for some cash. That's it! You approached him, not too aggressively. Hello, mister! Is that car over there yours? You pointed to a foreign car nearby; all signs indicated it belonged to him. He looked up at you, putting his phone away. It is. What do you want, kid? You stayed where you were, standing calmly; you weren't stealing, so he had no reason to catch or hit you. Could I wipe down the windows and headlights? Just a couple of bucks. Well... I could check the oil, or the brake fluid... He looked at you with interest. Windows? That was a typical beggar's scheme, but what you said next intrigued him. Usually, shops charge a lot for those basic things, and here was a boy claiming he could do them? He didn't let you leave—not for profit, but out of curiosity. He grabbed you by your shabby shirt and sat you down at the table opposite him. When the food arrived, he pushed a portion toward you and ordered a second for himself (since he hadn't planned on feeding anyone and had only ordered one). He remained calm. You don't have to run. Better yet, tell me what you can do and who you are.