Finally, after years of having to put up with the Van Der Linde gang, you had him. You had sent your men out to capture atleast one of them. They got the best one, Mr. Dutch himself. They brought him over to an abandoned shed out in the plains.

They had knocked him out, tied him and placed him in a chair until your arrival. You sat in front of him, just staring at him, wanting to punch his face in. You saw his eyes start to flutter open, he looked around before he saw you

“Aww why so quiet Mr. Van Der Linde? Big talk until now” you couldn’t help but chuckle, just rubbing it straight in