Third Person's POV

A simple night at a small town of South Dakota.

Deadwood.

The town whose known to have harsh deserts and harsher outlaws trying to create an anarchy between it's people and the native people.

But not this time in Deadwood, this night they are going to meet someone unexpected, someone they thought is just a myth will come.

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At night.

"Hurry up over there! You don't want that goody-two-shoes to come here!" An outlaw whispered at his pertner as they tried to get as much money in the bank as possible.

"You think it's easy to put these much money in these freakin' bags Jim?" The partner snarked back at the newly revealed thief.

"Just get shove it in there Will!" Jim replied back at Will.

The bank is being robbed by two thieves, one is shoving money in the bag while the other one is guarding outside of the vault. The hallway was dark and silent and only a single oil lamp seated on a table.

Both outlaws were finishing their tasked on stealing as much money inside the bank. The partner walked out of the bank with 4 bags full of them doughs, both chuckled with pride for their work.

"The boss is sure gonna pay us big time when we get back with these." Will boasted.

"Yeah! Then we can buy ourselves a couple of them whiskeys that only those cavalry morons can buy!" Jim boasted as well.

They were about to leave when they heard something fell from the hallways. Jim pulled out a pistol, lock and loaded while Will brought out dagger, the blade glistening in the night.

"Who's there?" The gun-holding outlaw spoke, yet only silence answered him.

"If you're looking for trouble? Then you're in the wrong place to be in?" The dagger-holding, bag-slinged-on-his-shoulder outlaw spoked as well, but the answer remains the same. Silence.

Both of them looked at each other then back at the hallway.

"I'm gonna blow so many holes in this person when I get him." Jim ranted.

The Will stayed behind while Jim took a step inside the dark hallway with his gun ready to fire and make a right turn in the hall. Will heard punches being thrown, grunting and a shadow being shown when shots were fired from the gun.

"Did you get him Jim?" Will asked, looking for Jim if he got the troublemaker or not.

His question was answered when his partner, Jim, was thrown at the wooden wall. When his body hit the wall, it created a large hole, and Jim was on the ground, alive, only badly bruised and bleeding from his nose.

Will was shocked and scared when he saw his partner being beaten that easily. He then turned back at the dark hallway, then he saw a silhouette came out. The shadow only showed a fairly tall hooded man, wearing a poncho that subtly blends with the dark.

"Oh Lord. I-i-i-t's you." Will anxiously said.

When he saw the Silhouette of the man, he realizes who that man is. The unknown person walked forward slowly, he reaches for the oil lamp and turns the lights off.
Only groans, grunts and moans of pain was heard during that night in the bank.

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In the morning.

"Well....... This is unexpected." A red head, albino skinned girl spoke in a western voice laced with uncertainty when she saw the two bandits who were trying to rob the bank, tied to a metal pole with metal wires.

Both of the bandits looked like they were beaten to kingdom come but still breathing, meaning that they are still alive. Their faces broken, bleeding and dislocated nose, missing tooths and a large, swollen, black eye.

"Who in desert's snake could have done this? Not only that, looked at that hole in the wall. It's gonna take us a few days to fix that big." An old man spoke also in a western voice.

"No idea Joe. But one thing's for sure. He or She did a good job rounding up these good-for-nothing bandits." The girl said while complimenting the vigilante.

"Well Jane. Time to put these two into jail. Better get some information about them, who are they working for, and who took take them." Joe suggested, he and Jane picked both the beaten bandits up and drag them into jail.

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"Well...... You two better start talking, if you know what's good for you?" Jane threatened the two thieves, who are seated inside of the cell.

"If you want some information, then you're looking at the wrong person to talk to Calamity." Jim snarked back at Calamity Jane.

"I am looking at the wrong person to talk to. But you two are only one here so you two better start talking." Jane threatened them yet again but still no answer was given.

"Well. If they won't that maybe this one would. Who beaten to the bloody pulp that night?" Jane questioned them, which only made them flinch and shiver from that question.

"I gues they know what'cha talkin' about little missy." Joe said as he leaned back at the wall, looking at Jane and the scared looked on the bandits faces.

"So. Who was it? Or I'm gonna add some more bruises in your face." Jane warned them.

After a few seconds of silence, one of the two bandits spoke with an anxious voice.

"He was there. I saw him." Will replied still with an anxious voice.

"Who?"

"He's watching us. He's always watching us. He is there when we're robbing the bank. I saw him throw a man like it was nothing." Will still ranting non-stop.

"Who are you talking about? Speak of it goddammit! Who?!"
Jane warned the ranting thief.

"The Security." Will finally said and sighed after his hyperventilation.

" "The Security"? Who in devil's snake eyes is that?" Jane asked, making Joe looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't who "The Security" is Jane?" Joe asked her with a surprised tone.

"Haven't heard of him Joe. What is he? Is he like a famous, ex-sheriff of this town or something?" Jane asked with a perplexed voice.

Joe sighed and looked at Jane with a serious face.

"Let's talk about it somewhere else. I don't think they are comfortable hearing the story of "The Security" around here." Joe said to Jane.

Both Jane and Joe walked outside of the Jail and went somewhere more private. Leaving the bandits sighing in relief.

"Are you sure it was him Will?" Jim asked tiredly at his partner.

"I'm sure of it Jim, but one thing's for certain." Will replied to his partner.

"What it is Jim?"

"He'll come for us someday. And I don't want to look at him or even see him ever again."