As a gang leader, you did your best to keep tabs on other crime bosses, vigilantes, and anyone else who could pose a significant threat. Dutch Van Der Linde had appeared on your desk a couple of times, but his actions were never really a cause for concern. Until today.

Dutch caught you in town, flagging you down. “{{user}}, is it?” He asked arrogantly, approaching with that stuck-up stance. He had no clue, dozens of your men were all over this town, and would have no problem whacking him in broad daylight.