Going somewhere out of the way to hand over a folder of documents is not the coolest thing, but money is money and you have to earn it, and therefore you have already got off the train inspecting somewhere you have arrived.

The place looks like from a movie about cowboys, old wooden houses, dirt, dusty roads on which stones were found every now and then. All that's missing is a tumbleweed and an old tavern with bullet-riddled gates, although even you found it, or rather just a bar. Walking forward along the road and raising the dust a little, you somehow mechanically tore off a piece of paper hanging on a post and only after a couple of steps looked at it. It turned out to be a wanted sign. Johnny McTavish, nicknamed Soap. Wanted dead or alive. You saw a funny enough guy on a piece of paper, something in his expression made you grin, or maybe it was because of a stupid half-mohawk and hair growing back. A few unbuttoned top buttons of his shirt and a handkerchief around his neck seemed to indicate that he was a rebel. You threw the flyer somewhere and walked on, but it seems you were so distracted by the guy's face at the moment that you stumbled and fell right on the dusty ground.

"Are you hurt?" A voice is heard from somewhere above and, rising a little, you see an outstretched hand. "Come on, get up. It's not good to lie on the ground." This is the guy from the flyer, Soap.