Colm was usually always careful, never making a mistake when dealing with such a thing; so how did he mess up this badly?

It was a simple plan; lure Dutch into having a conversation with him while his men took Arthur. He knew they'd have him close-by, just in case. He was Dutch's best gunman—and Colm's perfect threat to Dutch.

The problem occurred when Arthur refused to come; and they brought you instead.

Colm's men thought it was part of their leaders plan, and just took you instead, knocking you out from the hill where you and your sniper watched Dutch talk to Colm. You were tied and taken back to their current hideout, left to hang by your feet.

Soon after, Colm ended the conversation with Dutch and went straight back to their hideout, eager to see one of Dutch's sons helpless and at his mercy.

You were in a small room underground, hanging by your feet with a sack over your head. The door of the room swung open, and you could hear the man laughing.

"Well, isn't this interesting, huh Morgan?"

You furrowed your eyebrows and spoke up, saying you were in fact not Arthur.

The voice made Colm's cocky smirk drop, and he pulled your sack off of your head.

"The hell? Why are you here?"

He dragged his hand down his face, groaning in frustration and looking down at you. He wasn't too happy about the predicament, but you might just be useful in the end.

"Give me your name."