28 - Questions

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Charlotte was still lying on the ground, presumably, when she heard distant voices all around her. But one in particular could be heard louder than the rest of it...
"We...deal...you're...agent..."

(Don't worry if it doesn't make any sense, this is intentional.)

She tried to open her eyes, but all she saw was blur. All of a sudden, on the right side, appeared someone, wearing red and black colored clothes, then a fully covered in black figure on the left, wearing something on his head, a hat, perhaps. She couldn't make out who these two were because she blacked out again.
A little time later...
"Where is she?! Huh?" -John demanded from them as he raised his gun at the O'Driscoll.
"I already told you! I have no idea where this woman is!" -he said, crying.
"I don't know if you're seeing what we did to your friends, but I'd happily do the same to you!" -Arthur said angrily before he threw him on the ground. "For the last time, where is she? Don't make me ask again!" -he added in a very serious tone. The rest of the gang members just watched in silence, occasionally glancing at each other and then around them to make sure the area was still safe.

"She's- she's out there somewhere! I don't know where! Just, please, leave me be!" -he begged them.
"Okay, Arthur. Do whatever you want with him. Looks like we aren't getting any answers out of him this way. But I know you'll make him talk." -Dutch said in a rather calm tone despite the situation they're in. Arthur gave him some powerful punches here and there, but he still repeated the same thing.
"I've officially given up on you, you useless pile of horseshit." -Arthur let go of him and took a few steps backward, fading into the gang's half circle they formed around this man.

Then as the O'Driscoll boy was about to open his mouth, a shot was fired which made all of them look around in panic.
"Charlotte!" -John yelled out but came no reply.
"All of you! Let's look around the area where the shots came from!" -Dutch instructed. Everyone began looking around, but John grabbed Arthur's arm. Looked like he wanted to ask him something.
"You know where Micah is?" -he whispered to him.
"Hopefully dead in a bush somewhere." -he whispered before he cleared his throat. "I mean, I don't know, John!" -he shrugged.
"Right. We have bigger problems than that right now! Let's go and find her!" -John explained.

After what seemed like an eternity, she opened her eyes and saw that she was in her bed.
"Jesus...how...what even happened?" -she whispered as she held her head. Slowly but surely she sat up on her bed. On her bedside table was some incense burning, filling the air with a calming and pleasant scent.

'Who brought these here...?'
She looked around in her tent when she noticed a note on the bedside table, and as she picked it up, the message read...

Rest easy, you're safe now.

'I wonder whose handwriting is this...'
She thought to herself after she read the note. After putting down said note, she made her way out of her tent. She looked around confused because she didn't recognize the place she was in. But then it clicked in her mind that this might as well just be the new camp when they mentioned that they needed a new place to lie low.

She gave this no second thought and just continued her way to the table where Charles, Arthur, and Dutch were sitting.

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