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

62 - Back Home

"Well, what now?"

"W-what now?" Micah mocks Bill as they sat at the front of the vessel, bathing in the sun as they figure out what to do when they get back to shore.

Natasha scolded Micah with a look but the stubborn man only rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Bill. "What do you mean, what now?"

"I mean, we're heading back to Lemoyne, again and we're all wanted men!" He says exasperated, pointing in the direction to where they were headed.

Natasha was sat on top of one of the crates, her legs crossed whilst Arthur leaned against said crate. Bill was sat on his own one as were Javier who was staring at the floor, contemplating. Dutch stood by, his hand on the side of the red boat whilst Micah sat casually next to him, cigarette in his hand.

"We slip ashore one by one," Dutch starts off, being the main voice of reason within the group of them, "find out what's what."

"And we don't cut and run now? Head back to Blackwater."

Natasha frowned as Micah spoke, not really sure why he would think that getting the god forsaken money was a good idea. "That's ridiculous Micah." Natasha shook her head but he didn't look up to meet her gaze.

"She's right." Dutch nodded at Natasha.

"Well, why not?" He breathed, snorting slightly from his bad lungs as he sat up straighter, agitated that Dutch picked her side and as always, ignoring his ideas about securing the money for once and for all.

"Because the last thing they'll be thinking is for us to turn up."

"We been on the run for a while now..." Arthur spoke out finally, shifting his weight and angling his leg up, his foot resting against the crate, "and it feels like out luck has turned, y'know? And it ain't turning back."

"We ain't even played our hand yet." Dutch mentioned, throwing his hands up in the air.

"This ain't a game Dutch, this is our lives. Our families lives." Natasha told him, not meaning any offence but it was ridiculous what he was talking about. It's like nobody had a clue what to do.

"We need more money in our pockets Natasha."

Micah sighed internally, looking overboard "Then let's go to Blackwater..." He muttered inaudibly to himself so only he could hear.

"We need money to make our escape. Broke, alone, they're gonna pick us off one by one and you know it." Dutch stated.

"Maybe." Arthur and Natasha said in unison.

"Not. Maybe."

Dutch further went on to explain what they should do such as Arthur going to Shady Belle to see if anyone was there still.

"And then what?" Javier spoke for the first time in a long while making Natasha peer to look down at him. Dutch told him that they needed money and for the whole gang to meet up again and then get the hell out of the way they were but that didn't sit right with Javier, neither did it sit right with everyone else either.

"We're all acting crazy and that's not what I thought what we thought we were going to be doing?"

"We've been in a bad way." Dutch pushed himself of the barrier he was leaning against, his hands held out in front of them as if he had some kind of plan sketched out in front of him.

"Listen," we looked at his men, defeatedly, "I will kill for my family. If any of you wanna judge me for that, that's fine but that's who I am. Anyone disagree?"

The five of them fell into silence, each of them not daring to look at Dutch as he spoke. Natasha was trying to see the cogs turning in all of their minds but their expressions were from annoyed, overcome, miserable and anger. Herself, she was losing the will to live and she was going to be stuck on the boat with them for god knows however long. She just wished that her family was safe and that people like Charles and Abigail got out safely and helped everyone back home.