Celina hopped up on Bullet around one the next afternoon, she was excited, she was giddy, she was ready to hit the bank and bring in enough money for herself and the boys to get out of there and start their new lives. There wouldn't be a rat, not now, not anymore and hopefully never again. They could finally after today work on shaking their bounties and flee.

"Are you guys coming, or not? Lets go make some moneyyy." She watched as Arthur, Bill, Dutch, Javier, John, Abigail, Lenny, Hosea, Sadie, Sean and Charles all made their way over to the horses as well, them all expressing excitement but not to the same degree as she. She couldn't help but control her excitement, this was it, this one last score and they were out... that was as long as the bank paid as well in real life as it did in RDR2.

Dutch patted The Count's neck in praise to the animal before sitting up straight in his saddle, "This should be it, you guys." He made eye contact with everyone riding with him, "Hosea, Abigail, Sadie and Charles, you all should have planned how to create the distraction we need."

"We do," Hosea climbed up on his horse as did everyone else, "No one will notice a thing."

Dutch nodded in approval, "Good, Good. That's what I want to hear. In and out and then we'll be on our way. Hopefully this will be the last score we need before we can get out of this mess of ours."

Celina smiled, looking at the entire crew as well, "Should we ride?"

Ride they did, Celina right in the front beside Dutch and Arthur where she belonged, the atmosphere was uplifting in a way that almost promised success, in a way that she could almost taste the freedom in the air. She looked over at Dutch who kept his gaze fixed ahead as he led his people into what they all hoped would be the biggest score of their lives. Robbing a city bank.

Celina shook her head, five months ago she never would have even thought that she would be robbing a bank... the thought had never even crossed her mind... well, not robbing it herself, she figured that if Thomas' plan had went through she would have played a significant part in the robbery. Now though, she was actually doing it.

Dutch glanced back at the gang as they rode, pride swelling in his chest, he said nothing to them but only to Celina, "This is going to be it."

Celina nodded in agreement, "I know, I'm sure this place will be absolutely loaded. Talking fifty grand, maybe more."

Dutch let out a low whistle, "With that kind of money we would be doing alright for quite a while."

She couldn't keep the smile off her face, "Looks like our farm might finally become a reality."

"Yeah, yeah," Arthur drawed, "let's focus on actually stealing the money first and what to do with it second."

"Hey," Bill spoke up, "They ain't hurting anything. Talking about our future."

"I would like to see you contribute into building the future, Bill." Arthur quipped back.

Celina rolled her eyes, "Would you two not bicker, please? Good Lord."

Dutch chuckled, "Even after twelve years of riding together, those two still can't go on a heist together without the bickering." He looked over at the men, "Both of you, cut it out."

Celina still couldn't wipe the smile off her face as the city came into view after what seemed like forever. This, this was going to be fun.

...

They dismounted their horses right outside of the city, the excitement in the air building at being so close to their destination, their one final heist. Dutch adjusted his vest and took a deep breath, "Hosea, go ahead and take your crew and split off from us. Get working on making that noise, there shouldn't be much law here right now, but what's here, let's draw their attention."

Hosea nodded without hesitation and split off from the rest of them with his small crew. The plan was to meet back up on the other side of the bridge leading away from Saint Denis, and out past the swamp. "Ok," Dutch took another deep breath, and looked at everyone who would be assisting his side of the robbery, "We wait for the explosion and then we head on in, let's start towards the bank now."

They all followed Dutch like the loyal soldiers they were, almost willing to follow him to the end of the earth. They tried to seem as unthreatening as possible but with the size of their group, they couldn't help but turn heads.

Celina tried to avoid making eye contact with random strangers to the best of her ability, but when they were starting at her as if their eyes were glued to her, she couldn't help but to cast them a gaze of her own. She didn't really like walking through the city in broad daylight, under the suspicious eyes of citizens. She felt... exposed.

She looked over at Javier who had whistled at one of the women who passed them by, catching her attention. Celina laughed when she sent him a dirty look and went on her way.

Javier looked over at Celina, very aware that she had laughed at his efforts, "Is that funny to you?"

"Oh, me?" She pointed to herself innocently at first before laughing again, "I thought that was hilarious. You sure do have problems with the women, don't you?"

Javier glared at her and suddenly turned the conversation on Arthur, "Not as much trouble as Arthur."

Arthur looked back at the two of them, "Shut up Javier, would wouldn't know the first of it."

Celina laughed, "To be fair, all the women like Arthur until he opens his mouth."

That made Dutch laugh and at that precise moment the explosion happened across the city. Dutch chuckled, "Good ol' Hosea, that's our cue."

At once, the group picked up their pace towards the bank and pulled their bandanas up and the ones wearing hats pulled the hats down. Celina rested her hand on her revolver, still so much more preferring it as to the sawed off shotgun she had tried to use for a little while. Needless to say, she hadn't taken well to the larger gun. She and the boys snuck around the city to the bank, going undetected due to the chaos Hosea's explosion had caused.

The group filed into the bank, at once Celina marveling at the layout of it and how similar it was to the bank in RDR2, it was a beautiful building to say the least. Dutch was of course the one to take the lead, drawing his gun and aiming it at the man behind the counter as the rest of the group filed in, aiming at random innocents in the building, "This is a robbery, everyone get down and no one will get hurt."

Bill chipped in, "No one be trying anything stupid."

Arthur quickly made his way over to a man who was standing close to the bank's safe, clearly supposed to be the one guarding it, "Open the safe, now."

The man struggled to find words, most likely trying to think of an excuse as to why he couldn't fulfill Arthur's request. Arthur set his jaw and struck the man across the face with his gun, "Do it now or people are going to start dying."

There were horrified shrieks which came out of some of tyke unfortunates who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Celina spun around to face them and aimed her weapon at them, "Shut up."

The young woman immediately attempted to do so, resorting to rocking back and forth much to Celina's irritation. She looked over at the safe to see the worker struggling to open it. Arthur himself was growing visibly impatient. Celina bit down on her lip and looked over to Javier who was cleaning out the desk in the center of the room of any cash. It was taking too long, this whole thing was taking too long and she felt her anxiety level begin to increase.

Finally the man at the vault managed to open the heavy iron door and Arthur shoved him roughly through it, "I knew you could remember that combination, why don't you open these for me as well?"

Celina made her way back to where Arthur had taken the man to see the captive trembling, "Those I-I can't open. The manager does that."

Arthur pushed him to the ground and made his way over to the smaller safes himself mumbling something under his breath about managing on his own. Celina dropped to her knees at the other end of the row of safes and smiled when Arthur looked at her in surprise, "If the game was accurate in how to crack a safe, I think I can do just fine."

Arthur nodded, "Good, we need it."

So, they sat he on one end of the row and she on the other and went to work. Celina pushed her ear against the safe, listening to the clicks of the lock to determine when to stop and turn in the opposite direction. Luckily, the techinque worked perfectly and she stopped to stare at the huge piles of cash for a second, it was more than she suspected and she let out a low whistle, "There's a ton in here, Arthur."

Arthur nodded, peering into the safe which he had just broken into himself, "Same over here, we're going to be sitting good, real good."

They each stuffed the money into the bags which they had brought with them before moving onto the next safe and loading up the bags with the money in the two of them as well. They were interrupted from each moving onto their third safe by Bill, "That's got to be enough whatever you have, the law is heading back this way and it's more than we were expecting."

Celina felt a feeling of dread wash over her, "No," she shook her head and stood to her feet, it couldn't be, could it? How could the law be ganging up on them already after such a big explosion? She swallowed but nodded, feeling sick to her stomach as she tried to think of what could have went wrong to cause the law to begin to close in on them, "Where's Hosea?"

Bill shrugged, "He's probably fled from the city by now."

She closed her eyes, "I would hope... ok, ok, let's go, let's get out of here."

Arthur picked his sack of money up off the ground as well as Celina's and slung both of them over his shoulders, "We should have enough here, there's only two safes left, we got four cleared out."

Bill nodded, "Good, now common, we're gonna have to fight our way out of here and it ain't going to be pretty."

The three of them took cover to the sides of the windows after knocking them out with their elbows. Celina crouched between Bill and Arthur, fearfully trying to prepare herself for the worst.

The law poured in fast, too fast for her comfort which didn't make much sense considering Micah was well dead and gone she fired out a shot, hitting one of the approaching law men right in the center of his head. She fired at another and then another, watching as bodies dropped rapidly, luckily none of the bodies being their own.

Also, she figured that if the law had managed to grab ahold of Hosea or any of the others, they would know if by then. That thought gave her hope that she was right in thinking that by what she had changed, Hosea was safe. She vaguely heard Dutch call out to Arthur over the sound of gunfire, yelling at him to come to him where he had taken cover behind the large desk which Javier had previously looted.

She glanced over at Bill as the two of them continued to fire at their opponents when he spoke, "I don't see how we're ever going to get out of here... what do you think?"

Celina shot one of the lawman directly in the chest when he came out of cover, "I," she shook her head, "Dutch and Arthur will figure it out."

"Lotta faith in them, for you being the one from the future."

Celina shrugged and fired at another man, "I don't see how I really have much of a choice other than to have some faith." From where she was hidden from view of the outside, she looked over at the desk to see Arthur sneaking oit from behind it with dynamyte in his hand and heading to the back wall of the bank. She shook her head and fired a few more shots at the lawmen, "Hopefully this will work."

Soon enough, there was an explosion and the back wall crumbled, Arthur taking cover again just in time to avoid being injured in the explosion. Dutch called out to the gang as he followed him out, "Everyone follow us, one at a time. We have got to get out of here and fast. The amount of law," he shook his head.

Celina followed after the two of them first, being third to exit the building. She kept her fingers crossed for everyone's safety as she did so. She couldn't help but feel like it was partially her fault that they were all in the position they were currently in, she should have tried to talk Dutch out of the Saint Denis bank robbery... not just tell him that they had to be careful.

Still, as she climbed up the ladder leading up the apartments after Dutch, she couldn't help but feel like the law showing up so quickly wasn't weird, real weird... almost like they had been tipped off... almost like the gang had been set up even in Micah's absence. Could there possibly be a rat other than Micah in the group?

Celina chewed on her bottom lip as she hoped that there wasn't anyone betraying the gang. Why would someone do such a thing? The law being so alert had to just be a coincidence, right? It was the city after all, it would make since for the law to be able to show up quick.

She crouched down once they were on the roof, looking behind her and to her relief seeing that John was there with the rest of them. If he had almost been captured, Dutch had saved him, prevented it from happening and that caused Celina's heart to feel like it was swelling with happiness. That was a good sign if that was the case, a very good sign.

She crept after Arthur who Dutch had taken the lead from, doing her best to stay out of the eye of the law. In 2018, she respected the law, admired cops even, but once she came to 1899 and realized how different things were, she found that she actually hated the law. At least the law in 1899 anyway.

Spending so much time in 2018 playing RDR2 and then actually being transported back to the time period in which the events of the game had actually took place opened her eyes more than she could ever imagined. From both of those things she found that her mindset had changed in a way that had her siding with the gang largely over the law and the mindset seeemed to get stronger and stronger as time went on.

Who was the law really to dictate how they should live and what was right from what was wrong. There were morals and religion in which people followed as guidance to their lives which Celina didn't have a problem with..
People needed that, they had to have it to avoid losing themselves to savagery... but to have other people setting rules of how they should live? It was rediculous.

America was supposed to be a free country and really, how was it? False advertising was what it was. Laws, were everywhere, who were people to make laws? Who were law officials to choose who lived and died? Who were law officials to lock people up for punishment of their actions and force people into labor for them? They were hypocrites, that's what they were! And in the 1800's and a large portion of the early 1900's, Celina truly found herself believing the law- the entire government was corrupt and she would have no part of it. From everything she knew about the 1800's- through mid 1900's, there was nothing that made her want to comply with the rules, the laws during those time periods.

It was all a lie, freedom.. it was all a lie hiding the corruption and greed for both money and power of the government. As for she and the gang? They would fight for freedom from the law until they took their last breath. What was life truly if you weren't free? Their stealing wasn't about greed, it was simply about getting by without the law and government they so truly hated hanging over their heads. Try to take an honest job and they'd be trapped by the government just like that. Freedom was to have the world at their fingertips.

They didn't want to hurt anyone, not even the law officials... maybe the O'Driscolls, but no one else. They didn't intentionally start fights, they just ended them, they had to defend themselves just as anyone else would. Celina found herself wishing that people knew that, knew their hearts. They weren't evil people, they weren't terrible people, just people who saw things for how they really were. And were they going to Hell? Maybe... but hell really couldn't be as bad as it was cracked up to be, right? It had to be a scare tactic. She found herself to be more of a believer in purgatory until they had corrected their wrongs after death, a place which of course wouldn't be great but wouldn't be terrible.

She fired at a law official who was firing at them from a roof across from them and hit him in the thigh, well off from her target which was his stomach. She cringed as he fell to the ground, that had to hurt.

Celina jumped down to the next rooftop lightly, still feeling like they were all in this position because she had given Dutch her approval in executing this plan. He had trusted her judgement and she had told him things should be ok and to go ahead with it. She shook her head to herself knowing that she should have known better. If anyone got hurt, or worse it wouldn't be anyone's fault except her own. That would just be one more burden to bear.

Coming from well behind her was Javier's voice, he obviously having got a good look at the ground based on his words, "Law is all over the place."

"Yeah," John agreed, "How are we ever going to get out of this, Dutch?"

Dutch glanced back at them briefly, a look of uncertainty on his face, "I don't quite know, boys... I don't know."

Celina frowned slightly at the sound of defeat in the leaders voice, if she would have never said it would be ok for them to do this, she honestly believed that Dutch would have listened to her and that they would at that moment, be doing something quite a bit less risky. There wasn't much nervier than to rob a city bank, let alone in broad daylight.

It felt like they were sneaking across rooftops for a while although in all actuality, Celina didn't think it really took them too long to arrive at the final rooftop, luckily, without incident as well. She found herself glancing behind herself several times to ensure that Lenny was alive and breathing and she felt relief wash over her every time she saw that he was fine and healthy.

Dutch slowly approached the window which had a wooden plank going across it and lifted it slowly before forcing the half-open window open the rest of the way and turning back to the gang, "Everyone let's climb on in here."

Without argument, they all did just that, filing in slowly and quietly one at a time, Dutch entering last after seeing that everyone was safe inside and shutting the window after pulling the wooden plank back to the position it was in prior to their arrival. He looked back at all of them, a look of accomplishment on his face, "We did it." He raised his hands to the ceiling in victory and laughed in triumph, "We're not quite out of the woods yet, but we did it."

Everyone seemed to relax at the feeling of relative safety that the room provided them. Celina was the one who ran a hand though her hair and shook her head with uncertainty. She made her way over to Dutch, "Can I speak to you for a moment, please?"

Dutch looked rather confused at her request but nodded, opening the window and stepping out onto the roof with her again, giving them privacy from everyone else, "What's going on?"

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping the feeling she was having would turn out to be nothing, "We have the money and we haven't lost anyone yet... That we know of. I just can't help but feel like maybe I shouldn't have suggested we go through with this. If something happens, if something bad happens, it is all going to be my fault for encouraging all of you to go through with this robbery. I thought everything would be ok, that we'd all be ok and get away without any losses, but... but I can't help but feel uneasy. Something... Something just isn't feeling right. All of this aside from Lenny and Hosea's avoided deaths feels... just feels too familiar for my liking."

Dutch crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her for a moment in silence. Of course he was silent for a moment as he thought of what to say. He was suddenly more worried than he had been a few moments ago... with reason too. Who wouldn't be worried when the person from the future expressed concern and claimed that something just didn't feel right? Finally, he spoke, "We'll be careful, count our money and not rush on the way out of here."

She nodded slowly, hoping that would ensure all of them safety in their escape, "I just, I had to give you a heads up, Dutch. I've seen... Something similar as to how things could go.. I don't want things to get ugly, I don't want to lose anyone."

The leader took a deep breath himself, "Neither do I. We should get back in there though. The last thing we need is to be spotted."

Celina agreed to that with a nod and the two of them entered the building through the window once again, Dutch securing it behind them and clapping his hands together in attempt to break the tension and pull everyone out from their thoughts, "We'll lay low here for a little while until the law settles down and then head out."

Arthur looked up from one of the sacks of money of which he was trying to count the value inside. In front of him sat a decent couple stacks of cash, "There's five thousand just right there and that's only a small portion to the rest in the bags."

Dutch looked impressed, "That's what I like to see, son. That is what I like to see. As soon as we can get out of this awful city we'll meet up with Hosea, bless his heart how I hope he's ok... then we'll work out what to do from there."

Celina closed her eyes in a slightly extended blink at the mention of Hosea, hoping with every fiber of her being that the wonderful older man was still alive and well. If her acceptance of the bank robbery plan had cost him his life, she never thought she would be able to forgive herself.

It was John who spoke up before anyone else, "I thought we already had a plan as to what comes next. I thought that was the whole point of pulling off such a big heist, to get to where we're going faster."

Dutch dipped his head in acknowledgement to his statement, "We have an idea. Go to Australia, Tahiti, way out west if we can manage. The plan comes once we find out what kind of situation we're looking at once we're out of here. Things such as where would be safe, how much money we have avalible, which location would really be best for us... that's when we plan. Once we know for sure we're all safe, we'll develop a solid plan."

Celina attempted to make herself comfortable by sitting with her back to the wall. She locked gazes with Dutch in a non-challenging manner, "I think we should leave the country for sure as much as I hate to say it. I think it would be safer that way rather than to risk being found at random by the law and potentially having to pick up our lives and start running again. I mean, who wants to worry about the chances- although slim depending on where we're hiding, of being found?"

Of course as she said this she was thinking about the potential events of the future such as John being found by the law when living in Blackwater and being forced to hunt down Bill, Javier and Dutch. She figured that maybe if the gang left the country as a whole, maybe those terrible events would never come to be... maybe the gang would never fall apart at any point in time. Maybe.

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A/N: There's the update for the night! So, there's definately some action going on in this chapter and really I wanted to use this one to cover all of the Saint Denis events regarding the bank robbery but there's quite a bit more to write regarding it and if I hadn't stopped where I did for now I'm sure I could have easily turned this into a 6-7k word chapter... That said, I'll save some for the next chapter.

Anyway, still a long chapter as it is and I would very much love to be able to read any and all of your questions/comments and any predictions at this point as they truly inspire me to write.

Hope everyone enjoyed!

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dead Redemption 1 or 2 or anything associated with it.