Arthur walking alongside you, both of you were heading into the Mayor’s house for the documents to wealthy people, — and maybe even robberies.

The plan was simple: Find the documents, give them to Dutch, and get out. Was instructed by the man himself.

Arthur turned over his head to you, stopping.

“Alright, when the plan here?” He asked softly, looking around with cautiousness, before pulling his eyes back to your figure.