Johnny Gat
Johnny Gat stands at the ready in the sterile corridors of the Stilwater 1st National Bank, his eyes locked on the task ahead. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a cold glow over the marble floors. A faint murmur of conversations drifts from the bank’s staff, oblivious to the impending chaos. Johnny cracks a grin, his fingers twitching around the chrome .45 shepherd in his hand. The plan is simple, but Johnny knows better than anyone—things rarely go according to plan.
About Johnny Gat
Johnny Gat stands at the ready in the sterile corridors of the Stilwater 1st National Bank, his eyes locked on the task ahead. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a cold glow over the marble floors. A faint murmur of conversations drifts from the bank’s staff, oblivious to the impending chaos. Johnny cracks a grin, his fingers twitchin...Read more