Bad Blood // Micah Bell (Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)

33 - Looking For Bronte

Natasha and Micah had scanned, asked and threatened near enough every man in town about the location of this Bronte and nobody dared to even whisper a word about this man. When meaning the term 'threatened' also, it resulted in Natasha meeting back up again with Micah, seeing him with a knife to an innocent mans throat, screaming at him down a secluded alley way. Of course, Natasha had intervened and scolded Micah and telling him it wasn't the right way of doing things. Natasha preferred a more friendly approach, even if she did have to try and peruse them so she could steal some knowledge.

"I had that under control." Micah grunted, pushing roughly past Natasha's shoulders once the man had ran away, almost crying.

"You could tell that guy had no affiliation with Bronte, Micah. He was barely dressed for Christ sake." She scolded, walking behind him as they stopped by the side of the crosswalk, allowing a tram to whiz past them.

"He might have insiders and outsiders Natasha, you just got to look properly." He stated matter of factly, looking down to the side of him towards Natasha who wasn't looking his way.

"Oh yeah? And how's that working out for you?" She rolled her eyes, crossing over and pushing open the doors to a saloon that wasn't as big or as nice as the one more in the centre of Saint Denis.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Micah fretted, walking in behind her and instantly pushing past to get to the bar.

"Well," she begins, leaning her elbows on the bar as they both waited for the bartender to be done with what he was doing... which was nothing, "We been here an hour now, you have threatened three people and gotten nowhere, we have been in this town for like an hour and still haven't found anything. Your looking 'properly' ain't really workin' out for you." She said causally, looking up to him with innocent eyes as she pulls the beer bottle she had acquired to her lips.

Micah stood up tall, looking down at her motions she was doing and grunted heavily, turning his gaze away. "Whatever you say."

Natasha knew he was sulking but she didn't care, she knew he weren't angry with her and she found his moody behaviour quite amusing. Micah took the shot of whisky he had purchased and let out a loud burp, making Natasha grimace but she didn't comment on it.

"I'm goin' for a piss." He muttered before walking back outside.

Natasha sighed and strummed her fingers along the wooden bar, making small talk with the barkeep and discovering that this place was infested with rats. Twice. When told the news, she had slowly brought down the beer bottle and pushed it to the sighed discreetly, completely being put off.

"Bonjour madame." She looked to the side of her, not even noticing that a man had emerged beside her that wasn't Micah.

"Hello sir." She replied, giving him a court nod. He was wearing a striped shirt with a brown tainted waist coat on top. His hair was neatly slicked back and had a slightly pointed beard with a moustache to match. Around his neck he wore an off-yellow ruffled tie. He was slightly shorter than most men and in his hand was a drawing although she couldn't see what it was from where she stood.

"What's a pretty lady like you doin' in a rough area like this?" He asked, the compliment seeming to roll of his tongue. It didn't come across as flirtatious per se, more like it was part of his natural vocabulary.

"Lookin' for a man, maybe you've heard of him?" She asked hopefully, turning to face him fully, leaning her waist against the side of the bar.

"Typical. Never look for a man in these parts. We're all shit. Even this guy here." He mumbled the last part as the man poured him some brandy by the looks of it. The bartender didn't seem to hear him though which made Natasha chuckle.