Van Der Linde Savior (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Inhabitants

Celina had told them about WWI and WWII, she had told them about the holocaust and everything else significant in American history. She had told them about wars and advancement in technology as it would be over the next several decades. She had told them just about everything she could find sense in telling them. She had told them of all of those things in that night. She was fine with it as it was her end of the bargain. It was her doing her part to save Dutch and his gang.

She sat back in the wooden chair and stared at Lemone and his several men who had stayed to listen to all she had to say. Slowly, she took a drink of water, "And really, as of right now," she clarified, clearing her throat, "That's all I've got to tell you guys. I'll let you know if I think of anything else."

"You'll let us know," Lemone shook his head with a small laugh and leaned forward on the table, arms outstretched before him, "You'll let us know if you think of anything else?" He looked over at his men, "Do you all hear that?" He laughed again as if she hadn't given him the biggest heads up on the futrure as possible. He laughed as if he hadn't been educated to the highest extent of his life, "I think what she means is she will think to see if she really wants to tell us anymore. What do you guys think?"

A bald man standing over in the corner of the small room nodded, "It sounds like it to me, boss." He adjusted the lapels of his suit.

Lemone hummed and his eyes narrowed dangerously at the woman who sat across from him. He rapped his fingertips on the table in thought, "Miss Knoll, why don't you open up to us and tell us all you really know."

Celina was taken aback for a moment, her brows furrowing, "I'm sorry, what?"

He smiled in a sickly sweet way, "I asked for you to please tell us all you know."

"Well, sir," she hesitated, trying to figure out exactly what the man was talking about, "With all due respect, I have told you of everything regarding the next hundred years that I can remember so far. It's a lot of information to go over in one sitting. If you allow me to get a good night's sleep then we can see if anything else comes to mind in the morning."

Lemone bit his bottom lip and stayed like that for a moment, "No," he sighed, "I don't think we will let you do that just yet." He took a drag from his pipe and kicked his feet clad in his black polished shoes up onto the table, "I say you give us some additional information tonight."

In reality it was already the next morning. She had been talking to the less than pleasant men ever since they had arrived back from Saint Dennis. She was tired- absolutely exhausted and she needed sleep more than anything at that point. She was sure that she probably had left out some historical events but she had every intention of being as honest as possible with her knowledge. The woman yawned, "Ok then, tell me what else you want to know before I fall asleep against all of our will."

"Oh," he raised a brow at a demand that hadn't meant to be rude or smart. He would take it to mean whatever he could make of it, "Don't you worry about that, miss Knoll... or should I call you miss Van Der Linde?"

Celina took another drink, her throat tightening at the use of that name and the context he used it. She forced a small smile onto her face, "It's Celina Knoll. Dutch and I haven't been married."

"And you surely won't ever be." He stated it so matter of factly that no one else knew what to say. His gaze drifted over to one of his guards momentarily before going back to her, "Miss Knoll, we will without problem find many ways to ensure you stay awake if needed."

She could hear the threat in his voice which made her swallow nervously. The woman nodded slowly, "That won't be necessary. What can I answer for you?"