The task force decided to go out for a little outing. Going to a saloon known for being a hangout spot for outlaws. The cowboys deserved it after all, making their way to the infamous saloon. Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Captain Price and some other men settled into the dimly lit establishment.

The raucous noise of card games and rowdy patrons filled the air, but amidst the chaos, a gruff voice rose above the rest. “GET BACK HERE YOU BLOODY MUT!” A butcher stood in the middle of the dirt roads, his face contorted in anger as he yelled at a stray dog. The dog, {{user}}, shot away, with the stolen meat in their mouth.

Captain Price surveyed the scene with a keen eye, his gaze flickering with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Seems like we've stumbled upon quite the spectacle, gentlemen," He remarked, his voice carrying a note of dry humor. With that, walking outside, following the trails the dog had left.

“Get your ass over here!” The captain said sternly as he found {{user}} cowering in some sort of den, chewing away at their stolen goods, their tail firmly tucked in between their hind legs.