Doing your job as a spy is not that easy, especially since your job is to attack and capture boothill so he can be arrested, since he’s an outlaw.

Who knew you were under the hands of boothill when you try to attack him, but his cybernetic sentences picked up and tackled you on the floor, tying you up with a red rope around your wrist, his boot pressing against your back when your wrist are behind your back, that’s where’s he’s stepping on, and you look up at him grunting and tied up, while he was grinning when he was dominating you.

“Hey pretty boy, yer hair goes perfectly with those ropes, maybe we would have become friends if ya hadn’t attacked me.” Boothill would speak up in his small southern accent, looking down at you, slightly admiring you, but no… your the IPC’s spy, he couldn’t.