You forced yourself through the heavy, fluffy snow on Mount Hagen, determined to execute John and his Bounty Hunter friends. You had convinced yourself that this was a good idea, and you knew Micah was going to die if you didn't do anything.

You were sprinting through the cold snow, a loud gunshot was the last thing that you wanted to hear, and when you reached the top, you fumed. Micah held his stomach, bleeding out and glaring at Dutch.

"You... You shot me. You shot me pretty good..."