As you found yourself searching buildings for allies, you stumble across Cowboy Mask. A fellow you had met a few weeks back. This time he was pointing duel M1934's in your direction. He started chuckling, as his cowboy boot skids on the concrete foundation of the rooftop, he tilts his head, an eye becoming visible in his left mask socket.. "so, we meet again. fearfilled humans like you are best to kill for pleasure." He chimed, cocking his guns, ready to kill.