The Cartel

Brendan 'El Jefe' Cawley

The boss. Born from nothing. Spent his youth building fences. Then poured concrete. Boxed for sport, weight class unknown. Word spread he was throwing fights--disgraced somewhat. Bet on dogs for a while. Hit it big. Then on horses. Lost it all. Turned to poker. Onto high stakes poker. Then poker in an illicit underground circuit with stakes unfathomable to civilized beings. Traveled the world on a five card credit line. Istanbul. Amsterdam. Mozambique. Argentina. All the while developing a palate and deepening his tongue. Took the jerky recipe from his youth to the next level. Offed a Rhinoceros that owed him money, developed a lime teriyaki jerky from Rhino belly. The same year, bedded first supermodel testing pheromonal frequencies in the flavor spectrum. A bell hop by the name of Roberto was the first life he took while pairing jerky with a glass of human blood. Came to helm of RF in 2012, does whatever the fuck he wants whenever the fuck he wants. A distinguished example to us all.

 

Michael 'Matador' Cawley 

Cattle breaker. Could rope a steer before he learned to suck his thumb. Once slapped a cow across the face for eating pellet feed. Then shot it with a twelve gauge. Believes in grass diet to a psychotic degree. FDA, citing a 'dangerous contempt to growth hormone' tried to shut him up, shut him down. Then the traps started poking around his pastures. Then inspectors in hazmat suits. It took twelve men to apprehend Mr. Matador, bucked the whole time like a 4,000 lb longhorn. The courts would've squashed him but the community backed him. Also his wife, 22 years married. Night before she took the stand she's found dead in a pay-phone, slug in the brain and a handful of grass shoved in her mouth. Citing a purity so high it would obliterate any competition and pose a public health risk, the courts forced The Matador to cut his ties to RF sentencing him considerably. But Matador is quick. He can hunt. He can cook. Broke out lickity split. After crafting a 20 lb specialty batch from the corpse of his wife's killer he retired into obscurity, went in hiding. Then his little brother brought him back into the fold. 
 

Billy 'Carbine' Cohen

The trigger man. Fascinated by insects as a child. Tore off their legs and slid them into microscopes. Tortured squirrels. Became versed in the caves and mine shafts of his West Virginia comeuppance. Pushed best friend down mine shaft then became like a son to best friend's family as they worried, grieved, accepted loss. Fused modern mechanics to his grandaddy's rifle. Target practice with rabbits. Decorated soldier in Afghanistan when time. Cashed in on sight and trigger when time. Mercenary work, contracts in saudi Arabia, iraq. Eventually homeward bound with a fatwa on his head. Target practice with US Congressmen, Senators, CEOs. Formed a résumé in the trail of dead that followed behind. Then the money came. Cohen's barrel got so hot seemed like the entire Northeast had a bodybag to fill. Suspected to be instrumental in assassination of prosecutors in 'Matador,' 'Chemist' cases. Number of completed assignments for RF unknown, but estimated in the hundreds.

 

Kyle 'WarLord' Whitmore

Arms dealer. Upheavalist. Thrillionaire. Ties to the Russians, the Saudis, and of course, the Canadians. Self inflicted Freemason's tattoo on left butt-cheek at age 11. Linked to The Skulls, The Red Brigades, factions that inspired the Arab Spring, and icons associated with The New World Order. Responsible for the recent doxing of high-profile political leaders. Instrumental in the acquisitions of enriched uranium for several questionable nations. Great, great grandson of the inventor of the Luger pistol. A vengeful revolutionary and across-the-board scoundrel.  Claims to speak Shark and travels by water on a feared sea-bearing vessel aptly named "War Machine."

Geoff 'Wheelman' Wolk

Speed demon. Learned to work an engine in his Uncle's garage. Dropped out of school to start chop shop, age 11. Personality traits include a stoic directness and punctuality. Never late in his fucking life. First getaway job at 17, blew the doors of a Dodge Challenger getting three Irishman out a city bank with a burlap full of presidents. Acquired first bullet wound. First casualties in '97: The milk went sour when his finger man tried to pull a double cross. Blood spewed across the cab of a Corvette Stingray, bundles of cash sopping it up. His boys shot dead. Sirens screeching from behind. Punching the throttle and bursting off a bridge, the wheel man tumbled out the driver's side door as he watched the most beautiful carriage he'd ever steered plunge into the Delaware. Tried to break good. Just wasn't in him. Tried to go clean but gets his rocks off on the dirty. Met with El Jefe in 99. Been running jerky ever since. PPK on his person. Never been pulled. Kid's too damn fast to need it.

Kyle 'The Chemist' Cawley

Flavor banger. Won his third grade science fair making napalm from sheep's milk. Torched two childhood homes contributing to parents' bankruptcy. Money from renegade fragrance company brought him back to school. Honored as first to develop hot sauce from orchids. After a brief love affair with sharks and the writings of Chepotle Guevera, dropped marine biology and public disobedience to peruse chemistry full time. Failed out. Spray painted 'fucking fascists' on college laboratory while cooking highly potent synthetic stimulant known as VIVID, for his mother's maiden name. Formative gustatory enlightenment attributed to apprenticeships with Givaudan, Bruichladdich, Wylie Dufresne. All ended with mysterious disappearances of volatile chemicals and equipment. . Currently: multiple poisonings in outer-Philadelphia area linked to The Chemist. Recent string of arson activity Brooklyn, NY linked to The Chemist. America's most wanted terrorist and sought after molecular gastronomist. King Abdullah has requested his services in unknown capacity. This year, VIVID was statistically the most abused amphetamine by traders, bankers, and politicians. Sources confirm The Chemist works in conjunction with RF gastronomy unit.

Tucker 'Renegade' Rinehart

Guerrilla scribe. Propagandist. Trickster. Fabricated a civil war in the lower Amazon to protect tribespeople from a hellbent rubber harvesting conglomerate. Spotlit corrupt CIA practices when leaking confidential records. Has a penchant for the little guy. In fact, is a little guy. Spent two weeks in the Oval Office, hidden, collecting information, exploiting flawed White House security, becoming a legend when he revealed himself. 'To think,' they said, 'that little guy is this generation's Houdini.' Achieved personal life goal at age 23 when he shook the hand of Chepotle Guevera. The world awaits. What will he do next?

Mike "Deathwish" Deming

Dynamite Enthusiastic. Explosions is all he knows.  Made a C4 boo-boo in Nicaragua, 1986, left him with a hook for hand. Loose-cannon pyromaniac. Insatiable thirst for the incendiary.

Client: "I gotta bank job I wanna do."
Deathwish: "Blow it up."
Client: "Huh? The vault, the doors, what? You haven't even got the particulars yet--
Deathwish: "Whatever I'm doing. Whatever I'm running. I have one condition. I. Blow. It. Up."

Had a cheating wife. Tried to blow her up, left him with a peg for a leg. Some boozebag at the cantina made an 'arg matey' crack one night - you guessed it: blew the prick up right where he stood. Classic all-or-nothing son of a bitch with a undying wish to meet his maker. Boom.