Know My Name - a RDR2 Story

Bloody Money Bags

Let me tell you a story about a young woman who fell into two crowds: the good and the bad.
Of course, there are pros and cons to each category, but I suppose it only depends on the way you look at it...

Chapter 30. Jesus Christ. We're not even out of Rhodes yet and I'm at Chapter 30. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

TW!: grotesque bullet wounds, guns, blood

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"So, how, exactly, do we plan to do this? Robbing Leviticus Cornwall isn't exactly something any of us do on a daily basis."

The four outlaws were crowded into Brock and Kam's rented room, a couple blocks away from the casino where, not three hours ago, Big Ben had died due to a heart attack. She had started to pack up everything into her duffel bag as soon as they returned to their sleeping quarters. Gathering the papers from the desk into her bag in a less than organized fashion while the three boys around her asked question after question.

"Cornwall was the sponsor of the games, meanin' that the owner of the establishment had t' have made some kind o' trade t' allow Leviticus t' host." she zig-zagged between desk and bag, packing, unpacking, re-organizing, and re-doing the entire thing. This was how she thought. She kept her blood moving to keep the ideas flowing.

"Maddox made a deal with the owner in exchange fer the games going in our favor." she looked up at her friends. "If we can get the owner t' comply t' our simple demands of Leviticus' curren' whereabouts, we can hit him hard n' fast."

"This is insane- you plan on robbing the whole place?" Bram asked in a worrisome tone of voice.

"No, we plan on robbing Leviticus." she breathed a heavy sigh. "Look, are y'all gonna help, or am I doin' this on my own?"

A silence heavier than her sigh settled amongst the group. No one moved. No one talked. If she was correct, no one breathed either. Pierce was the one to break the silence. "We'll help."

Kam looked up at him, watching as his dark iris' blended in with his pitch pupils and shifted ever so slightly. He still looked a little tipsy, but definitely not as drunk as he had been when he played Blackjack. Before she got too lost in those blended eyes, she redirected her attention back to her plan.

"It's time t' make a social call, boys."

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This was the second time Kam had showed up in that casino that night. The first was to play Poker, the second was to make a deal. She was still dressed up in her suit and tie. She figured that if she was to make a deal with a very powerful man about some highly confidential information regarding a millionaire, she'd better look suitable.

Brock had already contacted Maddox beforehand, telling him to meet the group back at the bar in no less than an hour. Maddox had heeded Brock's command and just as promised, he had showed. "So, how do we go about this? I know the majority of the plan, but convincing the owner is going to be tricky." Maddox said.

"Leave the cooperati'n t' me." the singular woman answered without hesitation.

"Kam," she looked up at Brock, "you can't threaten him with a gun. That's not how we're going to do this."

"I ain' gonna threaten no one." Brock grumbled at her response. She sighed, then spoke again. "Brock, if you ain' gonna let me do this my way, I'm gonna have t' ask you t' stay down here while I work."