Bullets pierced through the air as your horse raced across the sand, a trail of followers behind them.

You and your boss, Scythe, had just completed a heist into the headquarters of a desert clan. Now, you had to ride on horseback with the money through the bone-dry desert back to the base.

Scythe peered through the scope of her rifle, shooting off the clan members she could. “Care to go a little faster, darlin’?” She says with her familiar western twang, looking away from the battlefield to side-eye you.