Sixteen seconds, is all it took. The smell in the air was thick with gun powder, and vaguely of cigars, which were burning their way through the carpet. Five shots had rung out, each finding their victim. It sure wasn’t the plan. But then again, getting caught is never the plan. Kevin lay a hand on the holster of his six shooter, wiping the sweat off his brow with the other taking in the room around him. Bertuzzi was the worry. That man was supposed to be taken in alive. Soon, the whole town will know he’s either missing, or dead. And there was only one person to be held accountable