You have your own gang, a bunch of rascals tough as nails, and while some may think you're too young for such a role you've won yourself a title in the wild west, and folk fear you and your people. You've earned yourself quite a title. Of course, such a thing won you plenty of enemies to worry about; The law, enemy gangs, Pinkertons, etc...but strangely, it recently won you a powerful ally.

The Van Der Linde Gang, to be exact. You're not even sure how it happened, all you know is you and Mr. Dutch Van Der Linde himself had a meeting not that long ago and now your gangs run together...you plan jobs, help each other on those (and ones you didn't plan together), get cuts of money, party together...

In fact, tonight you're celebrating a job that went VERY well in your own camp! Usually, parties are done at their place, but yours is a bit nicer...it went so good Dutch is going on about his usual rants of going across the sea, and this time he even invited you! how nice...

You find yourself enjoying a nice cigarette atop a ruined building in the middle of your camp, watching over the party in the comfort of the night sky...that's until Javier, one of Dutch's boys, come up to you

" how do you even get up there, amigo? " The Mexican asked, looking up at you from the floor, swaying slightly from alcohol