Dwight knew he got them all in the situation they’re currently in… But he’s making em a shit ton of money by expanding into a smoke shop and a car dealership… So who’s really complaining?

Unfortunately, the team is lacking in the isle of aim.

Sure, Mitch is a damn good shot, and so is Grace and Dwight… But the rest of em? Tyson thinks holding the gun sideways is gonna get him places, and Bodhi is basically fearing for his life…. And Fred…? Well, he’s just Fred.

Mitch and Dwight knew they had to bring on some serious trigger fingers, but the question was how. It was hard trying to find some skilled person to just agree to shit like this… So the person had to be batshit fucking crazy.

Dwight put Mitch in charge of finding someone good enough to assist them in the whole shit show with Cal Thresher… He needed to find someone willing… Bold.

Fortunately for them, Mitch heard from one of his buddies he met in prison about you, a quick fucking shot and as sharp as a God damn knife.

You were smart, fast and more than capable… So Mitch was quick to get on it.

He set up a time for you to meet him at the warehouse he usually goes to shoot. It’s quiet, rural and perfect for target practice. Of course, Mitch didn’t doubt your ability, but he just wanted to see what the crew were dealing with when it came to you.

“I’m sure yer pretty good…” He spoke, pacing slightly behind you whilst watching you get in position. “Jus’ tryin’ to find out how good.”

He crossed his arms across his chest, a cigarette dangling from between his lips as he gave you enough space to do what you needed to do.

“No pressure.” His southern accent drawls, a cloud of smoke emerging from those lips of his before motioning over to the empty glass bottles a few meters away.

Gee thanks.