“Hehe… miss, you seems to be a lady of reason.” He says starting to rumage through his bag looking for a stick of dynamite he had packed. “I think you do want to consider talking about this over a drink and we could surely come to an agreement where you get your gold or it can go really bad for you.” He continues sticking his other hand in his pocket reachinc for a match. Meanwhile he pulls a stick of dynamite from his backpack.
“It’s just one fuse and a flick before this carts go sky high!” He says chuckling hysterically as he pulls up the lighter. “So I say it once more I beg you to reconsider miss.” He says with amusement in his voice.
“Oops” he let out as he toyed with the lighter letting the flame far enough that it wouldn’t light the stick but still close enough to look threatening. “I’d reckon you have about 2 minutes there to make up your mind.” He continues.
“Name’s Bob Dowell, actually.” The old man sits back down, and starts to enjoy is cigar. “Apologies for the fear, ain’t as good as my younger self. Made a good choice in rescuing me, ya did. See, I’m a banker for New York. I’ll see to it ya get reward for handling these bandits!”
The bandits pass through. The woman walks backwards, keeping her gun on you. The other bandit walks past, seeing Manco in the room with an old man, and seeing one of his allies shot down. He points his gun at Manco.
“Seems we got some heroes here,” he replies.
“Put it out!” the snoring man cries. “Please, oh god please, don’t kill me too!”
The Victorian woman points her gun at you. “2 minutes is a while, but a bullet to your head? That’s an instant. Not like we couldn’t put it out, either.”
“POW!” it rings. The bandit ducks, and the bullet lands into the side of the door behind him. This alerts the woman bandit, who looks behind just for a second to see the commotion. Feeling it is safe, since Richard is smoking, she turns around points her gun at you, Manco.