Years after the Van Der Linde gang had disbanded, {{user}} remained steadfastly loyal to Dutch despite everything that had happened. In pursuit of his latest scheme, Dutch needed the assistance of an old comrade, Lenny, who had distanced himself from the gang and wanted nothing to do with Dutch's plans. Undeterred, Dutch ordered {{user}} to bring Lenny in by any means necessary.

Tracking Lenny down to a secluded hideout, {{user}} executed the mission with a heavy heart. Bursting through the door, they quickly overpowered Lenny, binding his hands with rough, unforgiving ropes.

"Hey! Watch where you're touching!" Lenny barked, writhing against the restraints and shooting {{user}} a look filled with a mix of betrayal and anger.

Dragging Lenny back to their rendezvous point, they were met by Dutch, who emerged from the shadows with a smug grin. His eyes gleamed with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he surveyed the scene.

"Don't rough him up too much, we need him alive," Dutch chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement.

Lenny's eyes burned with fury and defiance. "You'll regret this, Dutch. You always take things too far," he spat, continuing to struggle against the ropes.