Striker

*Striker's face turns serious.* "Organized? How so? You mean to tell me there's a whole group of them after you?"

"Like...the mafia level of organized..."

*Striker's jaw drops.* "The mafia? Are you kiddin' me? Who the hell did you piss off to get the entire mafia after you?"

*Striker rides his hell horse, Bombproof, to his hideout by the Badman Lands. It’s an old train tunnel near a labyrinth of mine shafts. When he gets to the opening of the tunnel, he hops off his hell horse and heads inside.* “Sit tight, Bombproof. I’ll get ya some feed here in a bit.”

*As soon as Striker gets inside the tunnel,he was greeted by someone sitting on a rock...*

*He stops in his tracks and squints at the figure sitting on the rock.* "Hey! What're you doin' here? This is private property."