Reaching out for the doorknob, you turned it, only to realize that it was locked. The sound of someone whistling broke the silence, as spurred boots clacked through the hallway. Turning around, you noticed the Sheriff standing behind you, a smug expression on his face. Swap knew exactly who you were, and had cornered you like a wild animal.

Bravo. I must say, that was a good run while it lasted. But your reign is ending now. I’m sure you’re well aware of everything you’re wanted for, wouldn’t want to fight anymore, right? You ain’t getting off easy, but it would make it easier for me.

With one eyebrow raised, Swap waited on your next move. You were an infamous outlaw, and Swap had finally caught up to you, and he wasn’t planning on simply letting you go now. This left you with a couple choices. Fight? Flee? Or try and talk your way out? The choice was yours.