Priscilla and Gordon snuck around camp. Dressed as one of the Morning Star members, Priscilla was behind Gordon, taking short, paced, breaths, as the cold, crisp air, blew into her auburn hair. Gordon was in front, his huge, black, boots crushed the dirt beneath him as he stepped. "Are we there yet?" It was an absurd question, a question that made Priscilla laugh out loud. It felt good to laugh again, but she knew she had to be serious. Their mission: Kill the Leader of the Bandit Gang, and cause havoc and a civil war. Gordon turned a corner, and Jaysaun was there, standing, holding a metal bat. His bat, "Wrecker", had sharp blades sticking out of the base of the bat, and the grip was wrapped around with camouflage tape. It was a menacing sight to behold. Jaysaun saw Gordon and Priscilla. "Hey Gordon. Who's the girl?" Gordon looked at him, and millions of excuses ran through his head.  "A new girl I recruited," he motioned to Wrecker," I see Wrecker has been polished, what's the occasion." Jaysaun laughed. "I polish this bad boy daily, not when there's a special occasion." Gordon laughed as well. "Well see ya man." Jaysaun waved and walked away, swinging the bat as he leaved. Priscilla let out a big sigh. They both kept on walking. Gordon sighed,"Well... that was easy." 

Suddenly, Wrecker smashed into Gordon's head, killing him.