Summary: Striker steals Jane from the altar.

"I object."

Those words brought Jane out of her shock. Smiling, she dropped the bouquet and sped down the aisle towards Bombproof, taking Striker's hand as he pulled her onto his lap.

Striker sneered at Gustav, tipping his hat. "Nice party, Gustav. Too bad I ain't invited."

With those last words, he yanked the reins and led Bombproof out of the building before going into a full gallop. He almost burst out into laughter as Gustav threw curses and insults at him.

Once they were out of danger on a far, secluded spot, the first thing Jane did was grabbing Striker's face and pepper it with kisses. "You came for me!"

"I told ya I would, didn't I?" Striker smirked, blushing deeply as he eyed her. "I can't believe how hot ya look in that dress."

"Speak for yourself, I can't wait to get out of it." Jane ripped the veil off her hair, releasing her black locks of long hair. "So what's the plan?"

"Right now, gettin' our asses as far away from Wrath as possible. Yer poppa and yer groom will most likely hunt us down."

"Wait." Jane grabbed his hand before he could yank the reins. "There's something I need to do before we go. I got the feeling we won't be coming back for some time."

Jane directed Striker to some virgin land a few miles away from her family's hacienda. Though he was reluctant to get so close to 'hostile territory', Striker relented. Bombproof moved swiftly through the fields and prairies until they arrived at an old tree. The Hellhorse sniffed the air.

"What's up, Bombproof?"

Bombproof nickered. A familiar Hellhorse with a white coat and blue flames stepped from behind the tree.

"Snowfire!" Jane jumped off the saddle and went to greet her favorite horse. "What are you doing here, girl?"

"Guess she knows ya really well, doll." Striker chuckled, dismounting. "Whatever it is you're goin' to do, we should hurry."

Jane went towards the old tree and started knocking on the bark until she heard a small echo, signaling a secret compartment. She carefully opened it.

"What in the seven rings...?" Striker stepped closer just as Jane pulled something out of the tree. His eyes widened as she unwrapped the cloth covering the blankets. "T-That's..."

A genuine, carmine crafted rifle and a revolver, both adorned with glowing silver patterns. They were blessed.

"Jane, where in tarnation did you get those?"

"They aren't mine..." Jane ran a tentative hand along the side of the rifle. "I didn't even know they were blessed weapons. My mother just said that my great-grandmother had hidden something very valuable in this place."

Bombproof and Snowfire raised their heads, ears perked up.

"Jane, we must go now."

Jane picked up both weapons and climbed onto Snowfire. "Let's go."