When Marilyn was dragged off of him by the damned priest, Zieg sighed in relief and sat up off of Lady to watch as Joanne came strolling around tables and past drooling imbeciles. The rhythmic bounce of her bosom was counting down the seconds he had to flee. He was still disturbed how the vixen new Marilyn. Lady Magnificent sat up with flushed cheeks as she leaned into Gun's back and rested her chin on his shoulder. She peered up at Joanne with her brown-sugar eyes and narrowed them at the size of her rack. Truly it wasn't as magnificent as hers, but it bothered her how this woman new Gun, and any woman that knew Gun only meant one thing...<br/><br/>"Hmm..." Lady thought aloud as she strung her left arm over his shoulder and made circular motions on his chest, tracing the ring of a bullet scar. "Introduce me to your friend, Gun."<br/><br/>Zieg nervously cleared his throat before grasping the edges of his duster and drawing them closed over his crotch where Joanne had a bead on. As a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, he knew he was ankle deep in shit, but as soon as Marilyn said,<strong>Momma</strong>. The Gunslinger's eyes went as wide as saucers.<em>Holy shit, no way that hot bitch is Marilyn's mother!</em>his mind screeched. His right eye twitched with hysteria. Somewhere, deep inside him, he could hear his soul racing to every dresser drawer in its living home and slamming folds of clothes into a suitcase headed to nowhere. "Oh...my...god," The Gunslinger breathed.<br/><br/>Lady turned her head to peek around Gun's shoulder and to stare up at his face. He looked like he was about to shit himself. Her strawberry-glossed lips pulled into a sweet smile as she ceased her intimate strokes. "Gun, did you get a little frisky with-"<br/><br/>The Gunslinger turned his head and pressed his lips against Lady's. He gave her a hard kiss not out of love, but to shut the bitch up! It was then after tearing his now lip-glossed lips free that his hand swiftly went into his duster to draw his revolver. He rolled to his left before extending his revolver to the floor at The Designer's feet. He squeezed the trigger, and a round that sparkled like a star left the barrel to strike the floor and erupt into a blinding flash—the good ol' flash round.<br/><br/>By the time the flash was dimming, The Gunslinger was at the back of the saloon, heading for the kitchen.<em>I don't have time for this shit!</em>Zieg thought as he turned his shoulder into the kitchen door. He had gone to saloons several times in the past, and he always knew to never exit the same way you entered. Thus, he had parked The Designer’s bike outback.<br/><br/>Lady set her palms flat on the floor and pushed off them to stand to her feet. She rubbed at her eyes from the blinding light of the vanishing gunslinger and licked her lips. She still felt the phantom bristles of The Gunslinger’s goatee still tickling her chin. She rested her hands on her hips as her eyes became half-lidded and careless at the rapid disappearance of The Gunslinger. She was used to it. He could never keep out of trouble. Lady also had a hunch he wasn’t going to get far. Tilting her head to the side, she watched as the strange, new woman eyeballed Meytir and then crossed her arms beneath her bust.<br/><br/>“You’re just another one, The Gunslinger managed to pick the pockets of, hmm?” Lady questioned. She then gave Joanne a pitying smile. “’Must have been easy if he managed to take everything from you. I say one or two hours in a shriveled up hallway, Granny?”<br/><br/>On cue with Lady’s previous thought, the kitchen door burst open as The Gunslinger came running back in with his tail between his legs. His face was pale as though he had seen a ghost, and if he had seen one, the noise the supposed apparition emitted was the deafening scream of a projectile. The saloon instantly fell silent as men and women raised their heads in alert. Zieg was trying to clear his way around a table when the bar wall swelled outwards and exploded with a spray of glass, burning alcohol, and fire. The bartender was swallowed in the explosion and thrown across the tables nearest the counter. Those unfortunate and caught in the blaze wildly ran about screaming as their clothes and flesh were aflame.<br/><br/>The Gunslinger had also been thrown across the table. His hat and duster blazed though the SAMA held up against the flames and glass. He had collapsed onto the floor, but was quick to recover as he rolled onto his stomach. From the hole in the bar, five dark figures emerged. They were garbed entirely in black, padded suits with black tactical goggles reading the faces of every individual their eyes set on. Two of the five bounded from behind the destroyed bar, racing across the floor on their hands and feet with their feline-like tails whipping behind them. The three that held their position aimed two Gatling guns into the bar that rapidly fired rounds into the bystanders. The third Cat was knelt behind the two gunners, holding the belts of ammunition being fed into the guns.<br/><br/>Lady and the twins were swift to drop to the ground as they drew their pistols and glared at the legs of several outlaws being dropped to the floor by the gunfire. The two Cats that were scurrying about had a pair of blades grasped in each paw that they flicked across the throats of those who were hiding beneath tables and desperately, trying to avoid the fire of the Gatling gun.<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, outback next to Joanne’s motorcycle was a tall, black cat, holding before his slit eyes a yellow round with sparkling sands within it. He purred with content as he marveled its brilliant design and ran his claws across his furry neck as he mused on its capabilities. “Interestin’,” he muttered.<br/><br/>“Sir, I suggest we leef nao dat u haz findz wut u r lookin’ for!” the Cat in the jeep exclaimed.<br/><br/>The black feline, known only as The Captain by his associates, tucked the mystical round into his palm and calmly walked over to the jeep. He rested his gloved hand upon the side of the door and effortlessly swung his legs up and over as he plopped comfortably into the suede, passenger seat. “Leef teh others. They r servin’ der purpose. They r Wildcats aftr all.”<br/><br/>“Yez Sir!” the driver barked and started up the jeep. The vehicle backed up and turned into the desert, racing back the way they came.<br/><br/>The Captain tossed his black, combat boots onto the dashboard and unfurled his fingers to once again gaze at the shiny round.<em>Stoopid hooman bish, an u sed I wud nevr git it</em>he thought jubilantly. He grinned largely and chuckled at how easy it had been. It didn’t take long at all.