Jack Banovi should've followed his instincts. How was he suppose to numbers he was dealing with had to deal with the Mafia, much less a head boss? When he first came across the discrepancies, his stomach churned, but being a good citizen he imagined himself to be, he proceeded to whistleblow. A series of events happened, and here he was agreeing to the going through the new witness protection program.
A standard Caucasian male of 28, he had an average and comfortable life so far, with a little of his nerdiness and affinity to numbers on his side. Little pudgy, brown hair, 5'10, and so on. He would miss the life he built for himself, especially just getting his own house and starting to build up a collection of hobby items he could afford. All that was gone now, and to move forward. At least he wouldn't be on the street.
Things would be taken care of for Jack, and there was no real reason to have any qualms about what he would be, except that he was told being to close to himself in various ways might tip off the wrong people. He entered the chamber...