<b><u>Sawyer</u></b><br/><i><u>Patrolling the Crossroads</u></i><br/><br/>The colonel's voice made his skin crawl; she was the bane of his existence in the Alliance; she was right not to trust him. Sawyer always had an agenda of his own. It turns out the New Haven Alliance also wanted the bounty hunters to be gone. That's when he started recruiting bounty hunters. Not that he gave them much choice though there were a few that joined willingly. Others like Gabriel, Milo, and Grace had refused. Victoria Sawyer saw much of Victoria in Quinn; it was sad that her mother couldn't be here, But Quinn was just as good, and she was younger too. Which only made it sweeter for Sawyer; he also knew Gabriel would have started training her young to get her good. But she was still weak, and he always overpowered her one way or another. But when Colonel delivered her message, he knew he needed to figure something out fast; otherwise, he would lose his piece of the girl he lost to Gabriel, and that would be bad business. "The slave caravans are under constant attack by the one they call Ghostwing." Sawyer said, "My men haven't been able to track Ghostwing." He lied<br/><br/>Sawyer knew what was going on, and he wasn't pouring any resources into it. Otherwise, his hunters would have found her by now. She was admirable and adorable, plus she could fix anything. He treated her differently from Quinn because he knew what each of them was for. Sawyer wasn't about to let that trade route go to waste. He would just have to tell his slavers to bring in more heads. "I'd let you borrow her for a couple of weeks if you could adjust the books for me while I take care of the matter personally, colonel. But she stays in The Crossroads." Sawyer postured, making sure Colonel Shaneil knew he would bury her in the sand with another colonel. He had a way of stringing a story together for the Dictator. Plus, he was the poster boy. Where patrols had failed, Sawyer killed or recruited bounty hunters.<br/><br/><b>Quinn</b><br/><i><u>Patrolling the Crossroads</u></i><br/>Quinn's cheek stung from the smack, but she had noticed the strike starting to stingless every time; she glared at him and somehow still wanted to look around. Sawyer might not have noticed the woman who walked with the confidence of destruction in her stride. She knew she didn't need a weapon; colonels couldn't be touched. So what<i> was she doing here?</i>Quinn asked herself, spitting on the train landing next to the colonel. She didn't hear much of what was said, but she was tempted to shoot them both and run when they started talking about her. Something in her gut told her not to. She looked back and noticed a woman who had seen what happened between Sawyer and Quinn. She wondered who she was standing in front of. Feeling a strange sense of recognition. She turned back to Sawyer. The Colonel had walked away from them. Sawyer seemed agitated, and she knew something had happened.<br/><br/><b>Gabriel</b><br/><i><u>Walking towards Professor Franklin and Ronnie Hamilton</u></i><br/>Gabriel really wanted to do this now, knowing Sawyer's bad habits and things that really told him the order should have killed Sawyer like a drake in the road. Gabriel looked to Leila. "You've done enough. Thank you." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. He had seen her hair cut short before a year ago when he had first set out on his journey to find out who had been taking slaves. Victoria had been killed at that time, and it had changed Gabriel. "Could you pass a message to her for me?" He asked it was a lot, and Leila would be putting herself at risk. "Could you tell her that I am coming soon." Gabriel couldn't tell her when soon was, but he knew that Sawyer had to die.<br/><br/>Gabriel stepped off the platform after the Colonel. Gabriel's stride is completely different from hers. She exuded confidence he wreaked havoc, leading his horse down the dirt road. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was noticed, so he would have to stop following the colonel indirectly. A woman and a young man seemed lost, so Gabriel stopped to help them along the way. "You folks need some directions?" Gabriel asked in a voice that matched the darkness cast over his face by the wide brim hat he wore.<br/><br/><br/><b><u>Contextual post</u></b><br/><i><u>Haven Hunters arrive in Old Tree.</u></i><br/>Grace walked into the Hangman Saloon Mary stood behind the bar; the place felt empty without the young spirits of Eric and Erika. She walked up to the bar, taking a seat. "Hey, Mary," Grace said<br/><br/>"Grace," Mary replied, putting out a glass and pouring a drink for her friend.<br/><br/>Grace slugged the whole thing back, letting the burn warm her internally. The strong stuff. "What is that?"<br/><br/>"Well, it's the strongest moonshine I made in a while probably could use it as fuel." Mary chuckled<br/><br/>"Damn, I didn't mean that when I said a stiff drink." Grace chuckled.<br/><br/>"Where is he?" Grace asked. It had been a whole year since Gabriel had left her outside of the burning slave camp and disappeared like a ghost.<br/><br/>"Where is who?" Mary said as Mayor Ambrose walked through the door. She nodded her head towards him.<br/><br/>"You know who," Grace said, looking at Ambrose.<br/><br/>"Ain't seen him since Victoria died. Last I heard, he was headed to the Crossroads." Mary said.<br/><br/>"There she is," Ambrose said.<br/><br/>That's when a hunting party walked in, and Grace knew who they were. Former members of the Order. Kassandra, Liam, and Victor. Kassandra was around the same age as Grace though less of a bitch than Grace. Liam, on the younger side, if he weren't a traitor, Grace would have let him have her baby. Victor was an old fat man, and she expected nothing less of him. Victor noticed mary reaching under the bar and didn't give her a chance shooting her in the heart. The bullet whizzed by Grace, causing her to flinch a little and draw her own gun. Firing a bullet into Ambrose's lung. She didn't miss who she was aiming for; The Haven Hunters opened fire Grace jumped over the bar to take cover and check on mary. She was dead; Grace grabbed the revolver mary was reaching for and opened the door behind the bar, dropping into the cellar. The gunfire stopped. She could hear the shell casings dropping to the floor.<br/><br/>Grace started firing upward. The first to get struck was Victor. He fell and shot Liam in the leg. Grace wasted too many of her shots on Victor. Putting three of the five remaining in her pistol, six left in Mary's. Liam dropped his torso into the cellar. Shooting grace in the shoulder. She couldn't lift the arm carrying her pistol anymore. Grace returned fire with Mary's pistol shooting Liam in the face, and he fell into the cellar with a sickening squishy thud. Kassandra dropped into a roll. Grace's accuracy is impeded by letting Kassandra get a good shot into Grace's chest as Grace fired wildly. Kassandra walked over to Grace and finished her off before leaving.