The Last Love Of Arthur Morgan

Good Intentions

The end of the week came faster than Arthur would've liked and Dutch expected him to go on the heist, no questions about it. But he had a lot of questions and concerns - one of them was his family's wellbeing while he was away. Who would protect them and furthermore, would they be safe? After all, Lorna was taken and nearly killed with the others just ten feet away.

He didn't mention his concerns to anyone, least of all, Lorna. The last thing she needed to hear was that he worried leaving her alone.

Arthur met up with Dutch and Lenny in Saint Denis. Dutch was hellbent on this heist, but not enough to bring the others for backup. It was a simple heist, he said - it was anything but.

There were far too many people to be witness to this, too many lawmen carousing the streets. They'd be captured in no time and they'd surely hang for all their crimes.   

"How are we gonna do this?" Lenny questioned.

"Act casual, block all the exits so no one can escape, then start taking money. If we stay calm, they'll stay calm." He cleared his throat."...but if anyone gets hysterical, shoot 'em."

As Dutch led the way to the trolley station, Arthur and Lenny shared a mutual look of disgust. It was no lie, they were all outlaws. They've killed, maimed, robbed, schemed and some of it was in self defense. But Dutch's new obsession with spilling blood lately, had them all very concerned. Normally, he'd want to keep a low profile, not make so much noise and this was hardly that. None of it made any sense to Arthur.

They followed nonetheless, trying to turn a blind eye to all the staring and whispering. The people would be foolish to actually say something to his face - one look and they knew exactly what he was capable of doing. 

As they walked across the very crowded streets of Saint Denis, Arthur felt as if everyone staring knew what they were going to do. It might've been so. It wasn't a common thing to see outlaws roaming the streets without an agenda.

He tried his best to act polite; greeting the men and tipping his hat to the women. But they either ignored him completely or scoffed and stomped off. He was used to that kind of treatment.

They walked into the trolley station and Arthur's heart leapt into his throat. Nervous? He was never really one for nerves, but lately, it seemed as if that's all he was. Maybe he didn't have it in him to do this anymore, maybe he was finally growing out of it?

They walked in and pulled their masks on over their face. These folks, thankfully not a lot, would be staring at them for a long while - enough to give a description to the police. It was crucial to have a disguise.

The man sitting on a bench had to do a double take before dropping to the floor. A woman screamed and tried for the door, but Dutch yelled at her to stop. And so she dropped to the floor, shaking.

"Now that I have your attention, don't do anything stupid and no one will get hurt. Got it?" 

The people on the floor could do nothing but blink. Arthur really saw the fear in their eyes and for a split second, was able to feel their fear. How could he do this to them? Surely they were somebody important; mother's, father's, a brother, a sister, daughter, son...a friend. 

"Arthur! Check the safe!" Dutch ordered.

Dutch badgered the guard to unlock the gate and once he obliged, Arthur hurried in and squared his shoulders, trying to make himself more intimidating. The guard stared at Arthur, like a deer caught in his crosshairs.

"Open it!" He seethed.

"I...I don't think we keep much cash in here-"

"Open it!"