Third Person's POV

Jane and Joe sat at a table for two in a saloon. Both looked very serious, except for Joe, who is slightly laid back from the tension this conversation.

"So tell me Joe. Who or what is "The Security" that those two nut-jobs are talking about?" Jane asked Joe, eager for an answer.

"Well. If you are eager for an answer, then you should probably get somethin' to drink. This is gonna be a long story." Joe suggested.

"No need for that. I need some answers. Who is he? Is he suppose to be famous here or something?" Jane is very eager on getting an answer from this question.

"Ok, Ok. Hold your horses there lil' missi." Joe tries to calm down the redhead which worked.

"Hmmmmmm. How do I start this? Well. It's better to start at the very top."

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Long ago, let's say about 5 years ago, around the same time Calamity is still new to this place. Deadwood back then was harsher than today.

More criminals and outlaws are still on the lose with little to no support or law enforcers to maintain the good quality and peace of the town.

But a single night changed everything.

There was once a man in orange whose intentions are not as good as what the looks would say. That man has already have numerous crimes and sins he has done and yet nobody even imprisoned him.

He was targeting a house with a peaceful family, a mother, a father and two children. That man invaded that house, locked both the children and killed the father while torturing the poor mother until he is satisfied.

While the orange man is still torturing the mother, rumours suggested that orange man was attacked by another man, who got him in a headlock. The orange man tried everything to get him off his neck. He beat him, he smashed him into the wall, he elbowed him but still the stranger refused to let go the man.

It was until the orange man went unconscious, to never let such a man like him to walk in this dirt, he snapped his neck, dead on spot.

The stranger untied the bindings of the mother, only to find her no longer alive.

The stranger then rescued the two children and left them in the orphanage near Deadwood, in Mayweather's house of the lost, about 60 miles from Deadwood.

The two children, who first witnessed him, described them to the cavalry and the cavalry were a bit skeptical about him and made him a vigilante.

Until then, after many nights has passed, outlaws are now found to be binded, rounded up, beaten up, and heck, even found dead with a wooden plank tied around their necks with the words saying "Sins be burned down there" with the outlaws blood as ink.

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"Until that time, the cavalry officially named him "The Security" where he doesn't associate himself with the cavalry." Joe finished his story to Jane who looks impressed by the story.

"Well, that's a mighty-fine story for a man like hin to have." Jane complimented the hooded vigilante.

"Sure darn he has little missy."

"But still, he should have atleast let those men have a trial before deciding whether or not to take a life. That's seems to be far fetched to me Joe." Jane is still skeptical about the story of "The Security".

"Yup, that's why some of the cavalry gets the hibbie jibbies just mentioning the name. Some even declare that he is like a criminal, an outlaw that attacks other outlaws." Joe explained even further to Jane.

"Well, thanks to that, we can ask some questions to the Cavalry if they know anything about "The Security". Heck, they may even know who he really is." Jane said

"I doubt that lil' missy. None of them even know what he looks like, what's his name, and even what are his intention. Darn! It's like we're trying to find a ghost in these here parts." Joe said making Jane looked even more skeptical.

"Well, there is one way to find out if the stories we're true. Come on Joe, we got some questions to answers." Jane bluntly said as she takes her hat and walked away, with Joe following behind her.

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Meanwhile:

At night, some part of the desert.

Three men were resting a Echo Canyon with a bonfire at the middle.

These three gentlemen or "men of sins" are none other than "The Identity Thief", because these brothers are actually twins, identical to one another, the only difference is their coat color.

Hugo wears the green coat, Conrad wears the red coat, and William wears the blue coat.

"Now that we are out that jail. We can finally go back to being outlaws." Hugo said boastfully while relaxing in a dead log.

"Of course brother. Now with that persistent lady not following us anymore. There will be no more distraction." William agreed while reloading his shotgun rifle.

"No distractions, no one stopping us from robbing banks here and there and killing people here and there as well. What would mother think of us?" Conrad said while drifting his thoughts away.

""You all will burn in Hell alongside with you dear mommy!" That's what your mother will say about you all." A voice shouted, echoing through the canyon.

The three jumped in fear and readied their guns. Both sweating profusely while their horses are getting slightly agitated from the sudden response from the canyon.

"WHO ARE YOU!!! SHOW YOURSELF!!!" Conrad shouted at the canyon which only echoed.

No response replied back them. The trio nodded and searched the canyon with their guns ready to fire. Three took seperate paths im hope of catching the troublemaker.

Hugo, looked around in the dark, having a hard time to see, he searched around and around, trying to look for the troublemaker. Then, in the corner of his eyes, he saw movement behind the rocks. With quick wits, he shot the moving thing behind the rock, hearing a thud, thinking he killed the perpetraitor, ran towards the rock and saw nothing but a poncho lying around the dirt.

"What on earth is this?" Hugo said while lifting the poncho using the tip of the rifle.

"My poncho." A deep voice just said behind him.

Before he could turn around and shoot, he was grabbed by the side of the head and smashed the other side of head to the canyon wall with a audible cracked heard from the skull and the wall. The man unhands Hugo, and let him fall on the ground. Dead with a smooshed side of his face, dripping a large amount of blood on the dirt.

The man walked over the dead body and wore his poncho, then looked back the dead body.

"One down. Two more going to Hell." He said as he tied the body and sling the body on top his horse which appeared out of nowhere.

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William, carefully searches for the troublemaker with keen eyes looking everywhere, and everything that lurks in the canyon. Feeling a bit thirsty, he opened his canister and began to drink water from it.

Letting the cold water run down through his throat only to be clogged by someone choking him and putting him on a deadlock with a very hard, vise grip.

William, tries to retaliate by elbowing the man as hard as he could, only to have no affect on the man, and worse of all, his elbow are now cracked because of elbowing the man repeatedly from behind.

William struggles to breath, the man keeps chocking him. In one last gasp of breath, William's body falter, no longer moving, to add more, the man snapped his head, dislocating the neck, the head and body.

After he let the dead body fell on the floor, he did the same thing to the other brother: Tie the body up, sling him on top of the horse and hunt one last outlaw.

"One more sinful soul."

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Conrad slyly walks down the canyon, sweating rapidly drips down his forehead while his looking around his environment.

Already being paranoid, he felt something from behind and shoot his gun only to find nothing. Same thing happened on his left, right, front and up, only to find thin air and nothing.

In one last attempt, he really felt a presence on his right. With quick wits, he was about to fire at the presence, only to be hold by the neck and threw away from him, hitting the canyon wall with an audible thud.

Conrad, no longer feeling his legs after the impact, he raised his rifle in attempt to kill the man once and for all. The man walked towards him and crouched down. His face was hidden inside of his poncho.

"Do you like the feeling of pain? Do you find it pleasurable?" He asked.

Conrad was about to pull the trigger, but the man took hold of the rifle snout with one hand, surprisingly bending the gun upwards with ease. Scaring Conrad even more and pulled the trigger, yet only for the bullet to be shot upwards.

"I guess that's your answer." The man sighed in defeat and looked Conrad whose eyes reflect fear.

"Please. Forgive. Me. Security. Have mercy, please." Conrad begged the man.

"Did you show mercy on the people you and your brother slaughter just for sport? If not, then I making you and your dead brothers my trophy for winning this hunt." The man said coldly.

"Please! Have mercy!" Hugo pleaded and begged him to let him live.

"Mercy.

was never in my dictionary."