The next day, everyone was gathered in at the town gallows, where a murderer would be hung. Desmond, Jack, Dan, and Sayid all stayed near the back, with Sawyer, Miles, and Charlie few feet back.

"So, let me get this strait, you want us to be in your outlaw gang?" Charlie asked quietly.

"Yeah. You said this town was borin'. It'll be a nice change." Sawyer whispered back.

"Well, you can't possibly have a successful chain of outlaws with only three people." Charlie said, stating the obvious.

"That's why we recruit more. You see that guy over there?" He asked, pointing to the Iraqi. "You say he's a torturer. You'd think he'd be good with a gun, right?"

"Well, he got that guy to confess." Charlie said, referring to the body that was now dangling in midair. "So I assume he's good at convincing people." Sawyer made a mental note to go and smooth talk this guy into being an outlaw. He pointed to another man, by the saloon, stumbling around, obviously very drunk.

"And do you know him?" Sawyer asked.

"Desmond? He's almost never sober." Perfect, Sawyer thought. He'll be real easy to convince.

"Does he hate this town too?"

"Yeah. Left his love in England, I hear. Misses her. But he's stuck here." Even better. He sought out others who looked sick of the town. He picked out another, who looked very intelligent.

"Does he hate life here?"

"Dan? Yeah, he does." Miles butted in.

"Does he have any family, y'know, that'll keep him from comin'?"

"Just a mother who's not proud of him. He'll leave her."

"He's smart?"

"Extremely. The man's a genius." Charlie said. Six in the team. Not bad, Sawyer thought. Maybe room for one more. His eyes scanned the crowd that was now leaving. He spotted a young man standing next to an older man, and he turned to Charlie.

"Who's that guy?"

"The doctor, Jack. And his dad, Christian."

"Do they get along?"

"No. Christian's always yelling at him."

"So he's a doctor?" Sawyer said, thinking he'd be perfect if one of them got hurt.

Sayid walked to the saloon. It was nerve-wracking to watch a man you just tortured yesterday die. After he ordered his drink, a drunk man sauntered over to the bar where he was sitting. He sat down and ordered a beer. The drunk man looked embarrassed, and he apologized.

"I'mmsorry." He said in a Scottish accent, his words slurred. "I'm...Desmondhume..."

"Sayid." he stated. Sawyer walked in, glad that two of his targets were in the saloon. From what Charlie and Miles had told him, Desmond would be easily convinced, and Sayid would if you mentioned that he could give up torturing forever. He sat down to the right of Desmond.

"Tough goings, huh?" he asked nonchalantly. Sayid nodded.

"I just wannagetout ofthis BLOODY awful town..." Desmond yelled.

"I could help you do that." Sawyer said, looking down at his glass.

"How?" Sayid questioned.

"Oh, there's no time for questions." Desmond nodded.

"I'd do ANYTHING togetouta this town..." he said, swaying.

"What about you?" Sawyer asked Sayid.

"Why not. I have nothing better to do. And being what I am now only brings me pain."

"What do you do?" Sawyer asked, even though he knew full well what he did.

"I am a torturer." Sayid laughed. "I don't even know why I am telling you this."

"You're telling me, because you know if you come with me, you'll never have to torture another person again." Sayid was hesitant. He did not exactly trust this man, but he gave a good argument.

"So what will we be doing, once you get us out of here?" Sayid asked. Sawyer moved closer, and talked I n a voice so low you could only hear if you were a couple of inches away from his face.

"We're gonna be outlaws."