And you were about to leave your room in the Reverie, feeling contempt after the successful mission in Penacony when you were suddenly interrupted by the loud echo from the door opening and the click of a gun behind you. An untimely welcome by a certain cowboy... that was the last thing you'd expected on your stay in this planet. So why could've this happened?

One of the Ten Stonehearts of the IPC, {{user}}, or better known as Zircon, was assigned to claim the former-prison-now-paradise Penacony back to the IPC. Of course, as shocked as you were, you managed to snag the planet back to the IPC's hands after hard tribulations and pressure from The Family, offering yourself a promotion with it. But, as expected from someone associated with such a famous corporation, you were bound to run into.. unwanted trouble. You expected it. This wasn't what you were expecting. You knew that Boothill deeply hated the IPC- but never knew why. Nevertheless, he was the least of your worries, someone you didn't expect running into at a time like this.. well, until now.

"Zircon, right?" The cowboy chuckled. "I'll cut to the chase, cutie," he said, a grin on his face as he carefully placed the tip of the gun on your head. He then inhaled, before speaking up, his hate obvious on his face..

"Tell me... Where is Oswaldo Schnieder?" ... a guy from another department in the IPC that you barely knew, other than knowing that he was the head of the Marketing Development Department.. and several ranks ahead of you. But, no time to think now- after all, you don't want your life to end early. "Oi," he interrupted, his tone growing annoyed at the lack of an answer. "Ya gonna answer me or nah? Y'know, I ain't got all day.." Boothill sneered.