Lena gave a quick nod to Leonard and Mick as the group of nine approached town, signaling for the thieves to settle down. They always got a bit rowdy whenever it was time to commit a little robbery. She signaled for Savage and Kendra to split off towards the saloon to get a good position from the high ground. Wells, Amaya, and Jax were the next to separate from the group, taking up spots in front of the general goods store, the town doctor, and the livery.

Lena, Sara, Leonard, and Mick rode leisurely to the front of the National City bank, dismounted, pulled up their bandanas, and walked right in through the doors. The rest of her gang spread out amongst the customers, pointing rifles at tellers and the customers alike. The brunette raised her pistol in the air, firing a warning shot. She didn't care if people outside heard. That's what her gang outside was for after all. She paused briefly for dramatic effect. "Good people of National City, if you can't tell, this is a robbery. Kindly hand over all of your valuables to the lovely lady to my right. No one try to be a hero. After all, there's no reason anyone should get hurt now, is there?" She waved in the direction of Mick and Rory, giving them leave to "persuade" a teller to open the safe in the back room. "No fires this time!" Sara laughed as Mick threw back a muttered, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

Sara ducked as a bullet broke the window next to her head, sending glass everywhere. "Time for some fun." She sent a smirk in the direction of the brunette before returning fire. Gunshots multiplied suddenly as Savage, Kendra, Jax, Amaya, and Wells opened fire on the gunslingers foolish enough to try and stop the robbers.

A figure quietly slipped through the door, pistol aimed squarely at Lena's back, "Put your hands up, and turn round nice and slow now, you hear?" Lena froze where she stood, slowly raising her hands and spinning around with a shrug, "You got me." The stocky man smirked, "Damn right I did. You're done for." The smile slipped from his face like water when he felt the muzzle of a rifle against the side of his temple. He shut his mouth immediately, straining to hear the words that were hissed at him. "You must be monumentally stupid. Did you seriously think you could take on the gang robbing this bank single-handedly? You thought you could kill her? That no one would be watching her back?" Sara pressed the rifle harder against his skull, "Drop your gun. Now."

Mick and Leonard chose that moment to reappear, heavy bags in their arms and blood splattered against their crazed grins. Leonard took stock of the situation before sarcastically asking, "We're not interrupting anything, are we?" Lena shook her head, "No. In fact, we were just about to step outside with our new friend here."

Mick kicked the man in the back, making him stumble out the door, "You heard the boss! Move!" Sara quickly followed the stranger out of the bank, making sure to keep her gun trained on him all the while. Gunfire had since stopped and the bodies were scattered around the town square. The gang met up around the tree in the center of town, where Wells immediately recognized the captive stranger, "Well, well. If it isn't Old Sheriff Henry Allen. You used to be the quickest draw in the west, but you got slow. I'm sure you remember me, Sheriff. You put in me jail for the murder of your pretty wife."

Sheriff Allen fought against Jax, who was holding him. "I'll kill you, you son-of-a-bitch!"

Wells looked to Sara, "Let me finish what I started years ago. I'll give up my portion of the loot for it."

Sara looked thoughtful before nodding, "Wait a minute, alright?"

A maniacal grin took over Wells' face as he nodded eagerly. Sara looked towards where she knew people would be hiding. "This man, your Sheriff, has failed you! He thought he was better than us, that he was smarter than us. His mistake is going to cost him his life." She kicked out the Sheriff's knees and nodded to Wells, who chuckled and drew a bowie knife. He stalked towards the downed Sheriff and squatted in front of him. Sara could hear him murmuring to the old man before a quiet squelch could be heard. The old man groaned, and Sara thought it was over, until the sounds coming from him got louder to the point where he was screaming. She looked down at the scene and saw that instead of a quick death, Wells had decided to torture the man by disemboweling him. If he was lucky, he might die within the hour, but otherwise he had a long evening ahead of him as his entrails piled on the ground and he slowly lost blood. Wells had ensured that the town doctor would be of no help to him. The town would be subjected to his futile cries for help and would be able to do nothing except put him out of his misery.

Sara drowned out the cries of the townspeople and waved her finger in a circular motion, "Let's get going, shall we? We've got a long trek ahead of us still."