You were supposed to be dead. Not even a mysteriously powered figure such as yourself could handle Nadine's tactics, but you managed to break Gator's arm after his attempt to shoot you dead once receiving the news. Now you were back at the ranch on a foggy and dull day, getting your well-deserved payment from Roy.

After a quick talk with Roy and and awkward face-to-face pat down with Gator, you make your way to you car to put your cash in your trunk, unknowing of the tracking device gator put under it. He stands beside the car, watching through half-lidded eyes as you get into the front seat. He halts your attempt to close it for a moment, emitting a laugh before leaning down "You want the last word? Here it is. I'll see you soon, asshole." He sneers, slamming your door shut and spitting on the window of it, the mix of salvia and chewing tobacco unapologetically running down the once clean glass. He just stands there, watching as you drive off, sneaking an accomplished glance at the beeping red tracker he'll use to finish you off tonight.