Until Death - Red Dead Redemption II

Act XXX: Sitting on the Tracks

They finally found them. The base. The house was large, three stories. Far off from the rest of the world. Sat hidden near Flat Iron Lake,
"Gimme another nail," Jack asked, Arthur pausing his hammering to give Jack a handful of the rusty bits. This was the most elaborate plan Jack had come up with, and it was on a whim as well. Upon getting close to the house Jack saw an old shed, inside some weathered supplies. Surely from when the house was built.

And with some rope, rusty nails, and several long pieces of old wood he concocted a plan. Arthur had come up with the idea of a trip-wire, and Jack came up with setting rows of spikes at the exits of the home. Rusty nails sticking out from the boards, laid just beyond the rope stretched a few inches from the ground.

There had to be at least fifty or something fellers in that place. No matter what they did they couldn't take them all out quickly and quietly enough for none of 'em to run off. That's what the spikes are for.
"Reckon we should go through it again," Arthur said,
"There's two doors. Go in the back, I'll go in through the front. We kill anyone we see."
"Are ya sure about this?" Arthur asked, he'd never really done anything like a home invasion. Feels more personal.
"Absolutely so," Jack replied,
"You sure this is the base?"
"Yes." Jack insisted,
"Ain't know more than that. But imma find out. Go in quietly, or loudly I ain't care much, they won't make it out the door."
"Do ya think all of them are in there?"
"Doesn't matter. Take out the queen bee and the hive dies."

Jack pulled out his knife, he had his pistol too. Just in case. He'd learned several times he wasn't much good a shot, he needed glasses in reality. But he's really good with a blade. As they both gave each other a nod Arthur snuck around back as Jack made his way in the front. Music was playing loud enough to make it nearly impossible to even hear his own breathing. The brunette opened the front door, not doing much of anything suddenly. Just in case someone saw him. However, upon entering the main hall he found it was empty, immediately seeing the grand staircase about ten feet from the door.

He and Arthur noted that the second and third floors are bedrooms and won't be occupied most likely during some sort of gathering.

To the left was a dance hall of sorts. To the right the dining room and Kitchen. The only thing separating Jack from the guests was a curtain hung over the doorframes on either side. Bizarre for such a wealthy home to not have proper doors, but to each their own.

With his knife in hand, Jack slowly approached the curtain. Just ever so slightly peaking inside the room. The guests had their backs to him, and in front of them was a pianist. Strange to have someone playing piano as a record was playing simultaneously.

Jack actually got a bit distracted by the music player, he'd never even seen one. Must've cost a fortune to buy such a device.

Shaking that thought Jack focused, counting seven folks in the room. Eight counting the pianist, An old angry looking man he was. Just as Jack was planning his attack a loud shot rang out, it's now or never. He really should've known Arthur ain't the one to be sneaky.

The guests all looked to the right, towards the sounds of the gunshots. Jack took his opportunity and thrusted his knife into the closet stranger's back, cupping the man's mouth just barely before he ripped the knife up, splitting the man open deeply, blood pouring to the floor as some sort of organ fell through the gash.

"Martin!" A woman screamed, flipping around to see Jack dropping this man apparently named Martin to the floor. Jack didn't waste any time, rushing her as well with a clean and effective wound through her heart. Usually stabbing a woman in her chest is hard. On account of their breasts but luckily this woman was rather flat-chested.

"You bastard!" Some yelled, a beer bottle being broken over the back of the brunette's head. Flipping around fast enough to nearly give himself whiplash, bringing the knife with his gaze as he swung it to the man's neck.