You were watching from the roof of a building as the Saint Denis police had tied the noose around your boss’, Colm O’Driscolls, neck. You observed through the scope of your Carcano rifle, lining the shot with the rope to release your leader from certain death.

“Ah, ah, ah.” A voice purred from behind you. Immediately, you whipped your head around, only to find Dutch Van Der Linde — the leader of your rival gang — standing behind you.

“I advise you put that sniper down, kid.” He warned.