Holland sat in the warmth of the fire, sipping a bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla. Ever since he parted ways with Sheriff Dalton, the concerns that Holland had filed away were slowly but surely bubbling to the surface. The fact that almost everyone was talking about what he had those concerns certainly didn't help matters. What was wrong with the Mayor? Was she going to be alright? Had her days finally been numbered? Was there nothing Holland could do to help? Holland's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a single gunshot ringing out over the festivities.

Holland just sat there for a moment, blinking in shock. Had he really just heard that? Was there something wrong with his ears? Who would be shooting at a time like this? [i]Why[/i] would they be shooting at a time like this? Holland regained focus just as a burst of gunfire rang out. Followed by a resounding boom as something exploded near the gate. Holland jumped to his feet. Something was going down. Something he should probably be helping with. All previous concerns forgotten, Holland dashed for the gate as he readied himself for a fight.