Your grip on the sniper loosened slightly as you flexed one of your hands to prevent any cramps or injuries.

"Plannin' on using that?"

The cool metal of a gun barrel was all too suddenly pressed against the back of your head. You'd been at an advantage point, watching the Van Der Linde gang for a while now, waiting for the right chance to take a shot at their leader.

But now, you'd been caught red-handed by one of their most experienced gunslingers.