The last bounty : Melee Billy

Ch. 4: Blue Eyes

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The Last Bounty: Meele Billy

"Who follows who?"

[Doomar 1864]

Like a little sheep, Brail and Tray walked towards the big gate, the gate of their target headquarters, the Italians. With a cloth to cover her face, the two of them entered and were greeted by the five gate guards.

"Hands up," commanded one of the guards. The guards were neatly suited, with belts between their arms that were attached to their revolvers.

B: "Hey, fuck off! Look at where you're touching!"

Shouted her Just when one of the men wanted to touch her, for some reason, the man stepped back from her and then allowed the two of them to enter.

Cleverly, the guards did not realize that the man had tucked a revolver behind the folds of Brail's shirt. A gun with the number eight written on the side. Then Brail walked in with Tray, with the plan behind their existence in this magnificent house.

The doors were made of expensive wood, and the first thing that caught the eye was their very spacious living room. A candle lamp made of metal hung from the roof of the house, and a red carpet with a strange pattern lay beneath their feet.

Tray's eyes opened slightly, then turned into a serious look when he saw someone he knew sitting not far in front of them. In front of a large table, the person turned around while carrying his cigarette.

The man stared with an uncanny smile. Tray then counted the armed people in the shadows, and he saw nine movements behind the man. Tray's eyes and mind began to focus, and he tried to remain calm. On the other hand, Brail, whose eyes were closed, was listening to the sound made by the weapons of the men in front of them.

P: "Welcome, Mister Tray. I see that you've made it in time. Well done." whispered to him from a distance, He is the leader, Pedro Rotin. The man was wearing a white shirt, a gold necklace, and a black bowler hat. Leaning on his cane, he sat back down and smoked his cigarette. Tray and Brail started walking closer to a chair in front of Pedro.

B: "Twelve. No, twenty. There were ten men behind us, and the rest were behind him." Brail whispered, as they both wanted to sit down. With her eyes closed, Brail tried to determine the probability of what they would face. Tray's eyebrows rose when he heard the woman's whisper, and then they sat down in front of the Italian.

Pedro looked at Brail's appearance with a strangely pleased expression, and he started to speak.

P: "Good job, Mr. Tray. You bring her safe and sound." He spoke with a quiet voice.

T: "You're welcome. Yes, I've brought her here. Alive, as you wanted. Now pay me. I'm sorry, but I don't have much time." Tray replied while occasionally looking at Brail, who is next to him.

Tray then nudged Brail's thigh slightly with his hand, giving her a signal to give the needed expression of fear.

B: "P-Please... Can you release me? Who are you? Where am I...?" With a heavy heart, she tried to act the opposite of herself-weak, soft, and scared. Brail managed to shed tears, but crying for no reason was difficult.

Pedro laughed seeing Brail's sad face; he then smoked his cigarette, and at the same time, he ordered one of the men behind her to remove the cloth on her head.

P: "Why so hurry, mister Tray? We are here to celebrate, and for you, Brail Mayer, you are safe here... You don't have to run anymore. So, let's drink." The man laughed and then drank the glass of whiskey in front of him. At the same time, Brail, who had removed the cloth covering her head, began to open her eyes, and little by little she saw the situation in the room before she froze when she saw the man in charge here, Pedro, who was in front of her now.