It was the middle of the night, you, the infamous wanted outlaw, were engaged in a solo covert heist within an old abandoned saloon.

Oblivious to the creaking swing of the doors of the dusty pub, announcing an unexpected visitor, a distinct clicking sound of a gun resonated inches from your head.

Frozen in place, a husky cowboy accent drawled from behind, "I reckon it'd be wise to relinquish them weapons, partner, and kindly slap them cuffs on yourselves for me."