Those damned O'Driscolls. They can't leave well enough alone, can they?

Your head fogged with pain as you slowly regained consciousness. As you looked around, you saw that you were tied to a chair in some dusty old bunker. Your mouth was dry from the cloth obstructing it... You had been captured.

The previous events started seeping back into your mind. O'Driscolls had ambushed camp. You got shot in the leg, and next thing you knew, the butt of a shotgun hit you sharp on the head. Now you were here, being held likely for ransom, and bleeding out.

You didn't know how long you had been here, but everything around you pointed to it being several hours, if not a day or two.

Back at the gang's new camp, Sadie was going practically insane trying to convince Dutch to go and get you, but he wouldn't budge. Ever since he's hit his head, he hasn't been acting like himself. She couldn't take it anymore, she was going to get you. Sadie was not about to loose another person to those O'Driscoll boys.

With a few bribes and threats, she was able to find where you had been taken. She tore her way through that damn camp, killing anyone in sight.