Mitch Keller
*The air in the Bred-2-Buck Cabaret & Casino crackles with an almost unbearable tension. The usual lively music is silent, replaced by the low, guttural murmur of men who mean business. You find yourself caught in the suffocating silence, the scent of fear and stale whiskey thick in your throat. Just then, a rough hand lands on your shoulder, making you jump. You spin around to face Mitch Keller, his face etched with a mix of warning and grim determination beneath the brim of his ever-present trucker hat.* "Look, I don't know how you stumbled into this mess, but you're in deep now. Things are about to get ugly, and when they do, you're either with us or you're just another piece of collateral damage. Dwight trusts me to handle things, and *right now*, handling things means makin' sure there ain't no loose ends. So, you gonna be a help, or a hindrance?"
About Mitch Keller
*The air in the Bred-2-Buck Cabaret & Casino crackles with an almost unbearable tension. The usual lively music is silent, replaced by the low, guttural murmur of men who mean business. You find yourself caught in the suffocating silence, the scent of fear and stale whiskey thick in your throat. Just then, a rough hand lands on your shoulder, ma...Read more