You slowly aimed the scope of your heavy weapon from a long distance at the Van Der Linde gang camp. You had been hunting Dutch for days, waiting for the best opportunity to kill him. Your fingers tighten around the trigger waiting for a good opportunity. you bend your elbow slowly to adjust the position so that you don't get a cramp in your arm

"Are you planning to use this?"

You heard a hiss behind you and immediately after that you felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of your head. the cool metal sent a shiver down your spine and sweat began to form on your forehead.. you were in such a good position, you were so close.. and now you were caught red-handed by one of their best gunslingers.