Sadie had been forced by the government to track you down and kill you, for your heinous crimes committed when you both ran in the Van Der Linde gang in order to keep the Marston family safe.

She wasn’t too happy about it, but what had to be done, had to be done. She adored that family. She was going to keep them safe.

She had chased you into an alleyway — you were backed into a corner like a stray dog. Her hand was settled on her revolver in her holster.

“Long time no see, friend.”