[ EU ] The year is 1911 . John Marston wakes up and finds himself in the floating city of Columbia .

[ There are only minor spoilers for Bioshock Infinite here ] 
 
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 `` Well, well...'' Daisy said in a slow, triumphant voice. `` Who is this, then?'' Her fingers hovered over the handle of her revolver 
 
 The Vox soldier, red bandana tied around his arm, prodded Marston forward with the butt of a rifle. Marston turned and glared at the soldier with smoldering fury. 
 
 `` Name's Marston, Ma'am. John Marston.'' He reached his scarred, weathered hands up, bound together, and tipped the brim of his cap to the lady. 
 
 `` You sound like a soldier, Marston. Cavalry, maybe?'' Daisy removed the revolver from its holster and twirled it on her fingertips. The soldiers around the room tensed up and teased the triggers of their weapons. Daisy was n't a fan of Comstock's old compatriots. 
 
 `` No, Ma'am.'' Marston answered. `` Just a rancher. Tryin' to be, at least.'' 
 
 Daisy raised her arms and gestured at the Fink warehouse around them, full of crates with every gizmo and gadget. `` Not many cattle'round these parts,'Rancher.''' The soldiers all chuckled. `` So what brings you all the way up to our humble abode in the clouds?'' 
 
 Marston smiled, half grimace and half grin. His eyes shone with an intense passion, ever confident. `` It's a pretty long story, but let's just say it was n't by choice. Maybe you untie me, and I'll tell you all about it before I head home.'' 
 
 They locked eyes and stared at each either, neither speaking. The men glanced at each other, uncertain of what to do. 
 
 Daisy let out a laugh. `` I like you, Marston. You got fight in you.'' He nodded; one look at John would tell you that he's a stubborn son of a bitch. `` But unfortunately,'' she continued, `` I do n't quite trust you. That Comstock is master of lies and deceit.'' She spun around, pacing through the warehouse, her simple dress twirling through the dusty air. `` now, my boys here tell me you're quite the fighter. Took down a whole squad of'em before they managed to wrestle you to the ground, aint that right?'' Some of the soldiers in the circle looked down in embarassment. 
 
 `` So here's what we're gon na do. You're going to bring me this man. This.... *imposter*.'' She held up an old poster of a man, fist raised high, labeled `` Martyr of the Revolution.'' 
 
 Marston looks uneasy. `` And what did he ever do to you? Looks like you're on the same side.'' He gestured to the Vox banners around the warehouse. 
 
 `` Oh, we were on the same side. And then he was killed. Booker DeWitt died a hero's death. I do n't know who this *other* DeWitt is, but he is not the man I knew.'' Daisy's eyes narrowed with rage as she spoke about him. 
 
 After a momentary pause, Marston nodded in agreement. A knife flashed in a soldier's hand, and the ropes fell to the dusty floor. Daisy reached out, revolver in hand. John took it, testing the weight and checking the ammo. 
 
 `` You bring back the body,'' Daisy said. `` I do n't care how you kill him, just do it. You... have some experience with that, do n't you?'' 
 
 Marston looked down the sights of the revolver. `` That I do, Ma'am.'' 
 
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 It's been a while since I played either game, so sorry if I did n't capture Daisy's voice/accent correctly.
