"Mero" as he’s known, is a mysterious fellow clad in loose black clothes and even more strangely a tagelmust. Vasily and Walker aren't exactly sure when or why he joined up with them nor why Vice took him but nonetheless get along with the twerp. He presents himself strangely often speaking in a distorted manner attempting to come off as menacing and slick. He constantly rambles on about the code of criminals and of old time mobsters from the 20's which perhaps lends more insight into his character and habits than anything else; he’s a bit of a nerd.

 Walker Wright meanwhile was originally a member of one of the many colour gangs in the Residential Quarter. Following a dispute with Vice, where the gang tried to threaten him out of paying for a weapons shipment, they soon found themselves besieged by the rival Darts with Walker jumping out a window to escape the brawl. As he watched the dust settle he saw the motorcycle helmeted smuggler walking out with the bagheads and quickly realized this was no coincedence. Rather than take a beating for his crews greed, Walker instead played it as cool as he could under the circumstances and plainly walked up to Vice playing to his pride by expressing how he was small time but Vice was a whole nother' level. Despite his anger for the would be swindlers, Vice accepted Walker's humility and let him into the fold albeit having extreme suspicion that would take over a year of dutiful work with little pay to finally earn his full trust. Since then it's been smooth sailing for him and he couldn't ask for more. Pockets full and belly fat, Walker’s only concern is feeling deja vu with his boss’ seemingly endless ego and ambition...