Name: Alonzo Moretti
Nationality: Italian
Age: 27 years

Alonzo is the second in command of the criminal gang of public enemies known by the media as the "fierce four," but this job description would be more accurate to say he's the legitimate front when needed, and housewife when not. Of the four criminals, only he has a degree, though it's just a modest accounting degree from a poor school. He's good with numbers, and takes great pride in keeping their financial books balanced to the penny. He's also a sucker for cleanliness—something of a rarity in their line of work—but it keeps their den tidy and limits any evidence the authorities would be able to find if they were ever discovered there.

Alonzo's parents moved to the states from Italy when he was 17. He learned enough English to get by, but even when his parents sent him to school, he still struggled with the language. Because of this, he became quiet and said very little to keep from giving away his short-comings. After school, he got a job working for a an investment broker. He took care of the numbers, and kept to himself for the next several years.

Then, when Alonzo was 21, he went to visit his parents only to find them missing and their barber shop destroyed. He had no one close to him who he could ask what happened, but he did have their shop. After a little searching, he came upon his father's ledger for the business. His father had been the one to teach Alonzo how to keep perfect records, so it was obvious immediately what had happened. Twice a month, a large sum of money had been set aside as a business-related expense, up until 2 months ago. Whereas all other expenses had descriptors such as "cleaning supplies" or "salary," the only clue to what this one was for was the initials GWC.

Alonzo knew exactly who GWC was. The broker he worked for had Alonzo mark a similar business expense in his own books twice a month. It was payment to a local street gang, headed by a man named Gregory Wilson Carter. In exchange for a fee, the gang didn't shoot up their office. Everyone knew it was pointless to report it to the authorities, the gang was small but they had eyes and ears everywhere where it counted, and they would attack anyone who so much as breathed a hint to the police with fatal force. For some reason, Alonzo's parents must have resisted, and were probably now dead. Violence had never been in Alonzo's nature, but for the first time in his life he felt true anger boil in his veins.

By himself, late at night, Alonzo worked. He tracked down where GWC was living, and began devising a plan to kill him. He briefly toyed with trying to infiltrate the gang by being hired as one of their own, but he quickly realized that was impossible without connections of some kind, and Alonzo had never been good at making connections. He opted instead to disable the fire sprinklers and bar the doors in the building the gang was hauled up in and toss Molotov cocktail in through the only window not boarded up. The fire only killed a couple of the gang, and not GWC himself, but luck was on Alonzo's side that night.

In true criminal fashion, another rival gang on the other side of the city took credit for the attack as soon as they heard about it. This lead to a massive confrontation between the two. GWC remained behind, securing himself in the remains of his warehouse with nothing but a semi-automatic and a prostitute for company. This would prove to be a mistake. Stealing in through one of the doors he'd barred himself only hours before, Alonzo confronted GWC. He was unarmed, and though he had no plan, he walked into the room where the man was with no fear.

Upon seeing him, GWC laughed. "Who is this?" he asked. "Some boy come to kill me perhaps?" He chuckled and slipped an arm from around the prostitute in the bed beside him and revealed his gun, pointed at Alonzo.

Alonzo said nothing. There was a baseball bat leaning against the wall. GWC followed his gaze to it. "You really think you can reach that bat a hit me before I shoot you? Tell you what, your cheek amuses me. Go on then, try."

There was a rush of movement and sound. Alonzo grabbed the bat and swung at the gun just as GWC shot. The next thing Alonzo knew he was standing over the body of GWC, his clothes and the baseball bat covered in blood. The prostitute was no where to be seen. He dropped the bat a left. It was only when he got home that he realized his chest was bleeding. The shot GWC had meant for Alonzo's heart had missed by inches. Feeling a little woozy and fighting shock, Alonzo cleaned himself up as best he could and changed his clothes before going to the hospital. There were so many people with gunshot wounds being treated from the gang fight that no one thought twice about one more, and because the only deaths reported were known criminals, the police only barely pretended to care. Alonzo was freed a week later with no extra questions or complications.

Two years later, the broker Alonzo worked for hired a janitor to clean up at night. Alonzo liked to work at night, so the two got to know each other better. When Alonzo confessed he didn't speak English, the janitor, a Russian man named Luthor, offered to teach him. The two bonded over English lessons and when Luthor suggested a way they could make a little more money from the broker by changing the numbers in the books, Alonzo was eager to. He didn't need the money, but he knew it would please Luthor, and being the only friend he'd had in years, that meant the world.

It was the beginning of a partnership in crime that would one day lead to robbing a bank with a couple of killers they'd met where their pictures would be taken and the media would remember them ever after. Though his past still haunts him on occasion, he loves his work. He cooks and cleans, and does whatever it takes to keep Luthor happy. For years he had no friends to his name, now he had three. Belonging, he decided, is the best thing in the world.

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