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Post by Red Rob on Sept 24, 2015 19:47:02 GMT
Rob strolled through the saloon doors and into the Oasis Saloon. His pistols are loaded and cocked but remain in their holsters as he makes his way to the bar. The Little man walks in with him and takes a stool across the bar, he looks for groups of men drinking lots and gambling, his intention is to slide into the conversation or sport.
Outside of the bar the Giant is making her way around the back of houses and stores, she finds a ladder to a roof and sets herself up in a little nest, her Winchester is loaded and spare ammunition is lined up on the ledge in front of her.
Mr Landa however has made his way around the back of the saloon and is poised to kill any ner do wells who try and slip out the back.
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"Whisky please, straight. Whilst your fixin that, would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of one Fat Bill?" Rob scanned the saloon as he ordered his drink.
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Post by Admin on Sept 24, 2015 21:02:09 GMT
'Fat Bill? Around this time on Thursday night, he'll be running his blackjack game at the Outlaw's Retreat. If anyone asks, I didn't tell ya.'
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Post by Red Rob on Oct 2, 2015 21:36:35 GMT
Rob and his posse walk straight over to the Outlaws retreat. Rob draws his two pistols and the others ready their weapons. Mr Landa goes in first, weapon cocked, but holstered. He walks up to the bar and orders his drink, he makes small talk with the barman and a few of the drunks, stating that he is a dentist with a taste for gambling.
Separately, and seemingly without any relation Rob and the Giant strolls in, weapons out. The Little Man dips in behind them and slides under the bar, grabbing the barman's shotgun from under the counter. Meanwhile Rob raises his voice.
"Fat Bill! Put your hands in the air and come outside! Make one false move and my friend here will blow that gut clean off! Same goes for every man jack of you in here, this is a US Marshall operation."
Rob waits for Bill to stand up, fingers on his triggers.
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Post by Admin on Oct 3, 2015 9:25:08 GMT
A rather large gentlemen who was playing cards in the back of the room stands up, his hand hovering over his holster. Three other men who were also at that table do the very same. "Easy boys, I'm sure we can work this out. Tell me your name - there's no need for all this hellabaloo."
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Post by Red Rob on Oct 3, 2015 15:40:55 GMT
"Then come on outside and leave that pistol on the table. Your friends can finish their game and pick you up from the jailhouse if they make your bail."
Rob steps to one side and motions for Bill to step out.
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Post by Admin on Oct 3, 2015 15:52:13 GMT
'Naw, I don't like that plan.' Bill's fingers were inching ever closer to his gun. 'Now, I say, do you know what you're getting yourself into sir? I work for Mr. de la Vue, and I dare say he would not be happy to know a good man of the law such as yourself was stepping on his toes.'
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Post by Red Rob on Oct 3, 2015 21:15:51 GMT
"So you are resisting a man of the law?" Rob smiled and his trigger fingers twitched.
Two bullets flew in the direction of Bill whilst the Giant, Linda and the Little man sent round into his compatriots. Rob was happy they had come in with weapons drawn and cocked.
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Post by Admin on Oct 4, 2015 12:51:53 GMT
In a flash, Fat Bill and his compadres lay dead, lining the walls of the Outlaws Retreat.
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