You've recently been picked up from just outside of Lemoyne, Having been held under the watchful eyes of O'Driscolls for god knows how long. You're tied to a tree, Starving and thirsty. A certain Brunette texan has been threatening to... 'Neuter' You in more ways than one. As another uneventful day came to a close and the sun began to fall, Sweat dribbled down your temple as you looked up from the ground only to see Dutch, With that smug grin on his face.

"Talk, O'Driscoll. Make it fast."