This is my Mobscast story!
Now, Braveha! Take it away!
Braveha: Bravestar does not own any of the Yogscast. But unfortunately, she owns me...please, save me.
Me: hey, I am not that mean!
Braveha: anyway, on to the story!
Silents filled the air of the city of Mistral. Lights flickers in the moon lit street as a young woman, in her early-twenties, walked down the empty sidewalk.
She wore a light tan trench-coat, and had a black fedora placed on her head. Long brown hair flowed from under the fedora covering half of the glasses that were hiding pale greenish-blue eyes. In her left hand was a small black Briefcase that held some unknown documents.
A small sound made by rodents in an ally she just passed caused her to quickly reach to her side. She paused, listening intensely for any sign of something, or someone. When she had decided she was alone, she continued down the street.
She soon stopped at a tall building. The name Yogstower Inc. was branded in silver and gold coloring above the doors.
She walked up to the business doors and knocked. After a little while, a tall man opened it.
He wore a trench-coat as well but was a grey version. He had slicked back black hair and a neatly cut goatee. His eyes were a blazing sky blue. His face held no emotion until he saw who was standing before him.
A grin found its way upon his lips.
He moved out of the way to let the woman in.
"You're late, Braveha...again. The Dogfather is not happy with you," the man expressed to her as he shut the door.
Braveha scoffed as they started walk.
"He acts like it is my fault. He was the one who sent me to talk with Mexxy. That man doesn't know how to shut up," she complained. The man laughed dryly.
"You better be careful. If he catches you talking about his 'business partner' like that, Brave," he warned. Braveha rolled her eyes.
"I know, Xephos. But I highly doubt that Ridge is going to have me killed for speaking my mind," Braveha said.
As Xephos opened a black door, a voice spoke. "No, but I might if you continue to be late."
Braveha stiffened and looked forward. Standing only a few feet away, was the Dogfather himself.
He wore black trousers with grey suspenders connected to them. He had a white button up shirt with a black vest covering it. His hair was alight auburn and dark auburn sideburns. His face was littered with freckles and running out of both sides of his mouth was scars, almost making him look like the Joker. His eyes were a golden yellow, glowing like a light in the night.
In his right hand was a Golden Desert Eagle pistol. And it was aimed at Braveha. She stared at the gun before looking at Ridge.
"You're late. Why," he questioned his eyes narrowing.
Braveha let out a sigh and held up the briefcase. "Mexxy didn't let me leave. He is not happy with all his men dying, Sir," she explained.
Ridge lowered his gun and placed it back in its holster. He took the briefcase and set it on a desk behind him. He clicked open the case and pulled out a stack of papers.
"He does know their deaths were not our fault, right Brave? You did explain to him what happened," Ridge asked reading the documents.
Braveha rubbed the back of her neck and nodded. Her eyes glued on Ridge.
"Yes Sir, I did. He just was... upset that you did not keep your promise in making sure his men would make it out alive," she answered choosing her words carefully, not wanting to make the Dogfather mad.
Ridge noticed the hesitation. He glanced up, looking at the woman.
"What did he say," he commanded. Braveha flinched at the sudden harshness, but tried to keep her composer.
"He said, If...if you make another blunder like this, Sir. Then the deal is off...and so is the truce," she confessed.
Ridge growled before slamming the papers down.
"Xephos leave us...now," he barked.
Ebony haired man jumped slightly before nodding. He turns to leave the dark room, but grips Braveha's shoulder, almost as saying good luck. He quickly let go and walked out, shutting the door behind him, leaving her with the Dogfather.
Ridge sighed and shook his head. "One job, Braveha. That was all I gave you. All you had to do was convince Mexxy that it was all an accident, am I right," he said.
Braveha nodded her head, but did not speak.
"Then tell me Brave. How the hell did you screw this up," he yelled.
Braveha winced. She took a steady breath before she spoke. "I told him exactly what you told me to say. He just did not believe me, Sir. He knows you sent his men in on that suicide job. Someone told him. That's what he said."
Ridge looked at her with surprise. "What do you mean 'someone told him'? The only ones who know were you, Xephos, Honeydew, Lalna, and me," he said.
Braveha raised her shoulders and shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't say. All I know is it wasn't one of us. Probable a spy. Mexxy hasn't trusted you in a long time, Sir."
Ridge nodded and glanced back to the papers. Details of the next heist were carefully written out on the pages.
Excepted for the last page. It was a single piece of notebook paper and had neat cursive writing.
It reads~
Betray me again, Ridgedog.
And that will be the last thing you will ever do.
-Mexxy
Ridge sneered at the paper and crumpled it up. He throws it in the waste bucket before turning to Braveha.
She watches with curiosity and worry as he approaches her. He clamps both hands together and presses his lips in a thin line.
"Tell Xephos to find this…'spy' and bring him to me," he ordered.
Braveha nodded before starting for the door. But a hand stopped her from going. Ridge gripped her shoulder and grin.
"And Brave. Don't tell anyone about this 'spy'…Not that you would, right," he whispered.
Braveha swallowed and nodded quickly.
"Good, Brave." Ridge released his grip and watched as Braveha scurried out as fast as she could without being disrespectful.
I hope y'all enjoy it! Please, leave a comment about it! I love reading comments!