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Viper sat on the steps outside a bar, the sun blazing down on him. He wiped the sweat off his brow and placed his wide-brim on his head. His hair fell below his shoulders in tight yet ragged dreadlocks. The one closest to his face had several bullet casings tied onto it and it clinked whenever he walked. He wore a long dust colored trench coat and a set of leather pants. He checked the rounds in his rifle and adjusted the scope. Today was the day he picked himself up out of the dirt. Today was the day he earned back the name Viper "Cottonmouth" Slate. Today was the day, he kept reminding himself. Today was the day...