Every Last One Of Them - Red Dead Redemption II

Act Fifteen - Taken Hostage

Hugh followed the wheel tracks with a scowl. The wagon was armed, and three men sat a top. They all held rifles out to the night roads. Hugh hung back just far enough they couldn't see him as he kept up with them.

After what felt like hours of following they finally stopped, rolling into an old factory of some sort. It was big, rusted, and guarded heavily. Men of various statures sat around the factory, keeping a watch on the prairie as Hugh hid in a bush. The cover of night would be helpful, but not all that much, the lights around the Factory keep it well illuminated.

There are two entrances to the factory. Two gaps in a border wall that surrounded the building. Each gap had two guards sitting stationary, waiting for movement. Before he could devise a plan he needed to check himself, see what he had. What could work. He had about forty rounds for his double-action revolver, he had six throwing knives, his hunting knife, Arthur's bow along with ten arrows, and a sawed-off shotgun loaded with heavy slugs, Ron's gun.

There had to be at least thirty people there, he can't go in gun's a' blazin', he wouldn't stand a chance against that many men. So he'll have to do this smartly and take people down in silence.

He figured the back entrance was the safer entrance to go through, so he walked around the border wall. Two men sat waiting as Hughie stayed low and crawled into some shrubs quickly. If he wants to kill them both without a scream he's gonna have to be quick. Or he could distract one of them he thought.

Hugh readied his bow and tossed a rock near the men with the other. They both looked in the direction of the sound, and the brunette immediately slung an Arrow into one of their heads, the other guard too busy looking towards the sound of the rock to see. But he wouldn't be looking for long as Hugh fired another arrow into that man's eye.

With the guards down Hugh snuck up to the entrance,
"Two down." He mumbled to himself as he snuck inside. Men stood all around, some talking, some playing poker, and some were actually working. He figured Arthur had to be inside the building itself and not around it. But he can't be sure until knows.

He kept low, sneaking from shadow to shadow as he looked for a lone stranger he could get information from. It wasn't until he'd almost done a full circle around the factory that he saw a man separated from the others enough for his absence to go unnoticed.

Hugh got behind the man, putting his knife to the man's neck as he pulled him to the ground behind a barrel. The man's eyes were wide and scared, screams muffled by Hughie's hand cupping his mouth.
"Don't make a sound," Hugh instructed, the man's eyes still panicked but less than before, "if you try and scream I'll slit your throat before anything comes out." Hugh kept the knife up against the man's neck as he carefully removed his hand from his mouth.
"W-what do you want...?" The man stuttered,
"A man was brought in here about thirty minutes ago. Where did they take him."

The man paused, his breathing quickening as if he was trying to formulate some sort of plan. To keep him from thinking Hugh pressed the blade closer to the man's skin, drawing blood just barely.

"I don't know," the man mumbled, Hugh growled, "WAITWAITWAIT! What was his name." The man backpedaled. Hugh paused for a moment, this man could just be giving him the run-around. He's wasting time, Arthur could be getting tortured somewhere.
"Arthur," Hugh said,
"I saw him!" The stranger blurted out in a whisper,
"Yeah, sure." He had enough of this man's voice, and started to slide the blade across his throat when he whispered,

"About your age, muscled, blonde, he has a scar on his chin." Hugh stopped, looking down at the man.
"Where. Is. He." Hugh asked with a scowl.
"If you let me go I'll tell you."
"Fine," Hugh said, the man's breathing slowed slightly as he dropped his guard. Hugh's kept getting quicker.
"In the factory, he's upstairs there's a red door. I swear."