Rdr2 Arthur Grave Novels & Stories

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

I took a breath, the scent of her—faint vanilla underlying the sharp smell of gun oil—anchoring me to the mission. ​"Two blocks," I rasped, forcing my focus back to the HUD. "The entrance is through an old silk press. If Arthur is still alive, he’ll be in the sub-basement." ​Arthur was a relic of a different era. He was a man who had once been the lead cryptographer for the Architects, a genius who had helped build the very foundations of the "Argus" AI—the global surveillance net that now hunted us. When the Architects tried to "retire" him with a bullet to the back of the head, he had vanished into the London underground, becoming a ghost-broker for anyone with enough gold to pay his price

DARIEN The downtown warehouse district was completely dead. Thick fog covered the docks, and the freezing, heavy rain made it almost impossible to see two feet ahead. My eyes locked onto the shadows of her father, Arthur, standing under a rusted metal side . L "You're late," Arthur gasped, spinning around. He clutched his chest, his pale face turning even whiter when he saw the expression on my face. " Darien, you scared the hell out of me. Did you empty the guards like I told you? Are we completely alone?"

Rhea's Pov “Copy that," she said, not looking up. "Starting high-flow oxygen. Charge the defib just in case." As the oxygen began to flow, the terrifying blue tint in the man’s face slowly started to recede, replaced by a ghostly, waxy grey. It wasn't perfect, but it was life. Carmen came rushing back, looking breathless. "Rhea, we found a visitor’s badge. His name is Arthur but we haven't been able to reach his emergency contact yet. The line just keeps ringing."

STRIPPED WITHOUT A TOUCH Arthur stepped out of the car after Lila, his shoes crushing the gravel underneath as he took in the compound properly this time. The tattooed men he had noticed earlier were still there, scattered around in loose groups. One stood by a Harley Davidson, the side of his jacket folded back just enough for Arthur to see the handle of a Glock tucked into his waistband. Another sat on a crate by one of the buildings. He held a sheathed knife as he slowly grinned, revealing a silver-plated tooth tucked between tobacco ridden ones.

"The Fourth Pulse looks good on you, Ivy. Much better than it did on your mother. She was always too... empathetic." "Where is Arthur?" Ivy asked, ignoring the pleasantries. "In the lower cells," Aris replied. "He’s been trying to negotiate. He thinks he still has the decryption keys for the Mediterranean grid." Ivy walked past him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the stone. Dante followed, his hand resting on the hilt of a combat knife, his eyes scanning every shadow. He didn't trust Aris. He didn't trust the vault. He barely trusted the woman he was following.

Blood trickled from his mouth as he struggled weakly against Arthur’s grip. “You stole this pack,” Arthur continued, his voice a low, menacing snarl. "And you've led it into ruins." Harden choked, his golden eyes wide with something he never thought he’d feel—fear. Arthur didn’t hesitate. His claws sank into Harden’s throat. A gurgling gasp. A strangled cry. Then—silence. Harden’s body slumped, lifeless beneath him. Arthur exhaled heavily, his breath ragged. His muscles trembled, not with weakness, but with adrenaline-fueled certainty.

The wolf was still too close to the surface. Dexter leaned forward from the third row, his phone pressed to his ear. Blood had dried on his shirt from the parking lot fight, but he looked irritatingly relaxed, like we were driving to brunch instead of a massacre. "Arthur, we're two minutes out. What's your position?" Pause. "Good. Hold at the eastern perimeter until we arrive. No heroics." Another pause, then a dark laugh. "Yes, I'm aware of the irony. See you soon."

He had refused, in fact, almost everything. Arthur Wolfe waited beneath the covered entrance, immaculate in charcoal wool, hands clasped behind his back like a man receiving diplomats instead of fugitives. When the SUV doors opened, Arthur’s eyes moved first to Hayes, then Lydia, then Noah. Finally to Adrian. “You look tired,” Arthur said. Adrian stepped out into the rain. “Good evening to you too.” Arthur ignored him and addressed Noah. “You must be the only man alive stubborn enough to arrive half-dead and still look offended.”

I fed Flint some bones and walked out the house, maybe I should drive a little, driving always made me feel great. I got to the garage, even after being here many times, seeing this fleet of cars made me appreciate how wealthy Arthur was, I entered my Tesler, turned on the radio loud and drove out. On the road, I spotted Arthur’s black Ferrari, something felt strange, he was supposed to be at a conference, so where is he going? I followed his car until he got to a cemetery and parked near, I parked some yards away and followed. I came to find Arthur kneeling beside a particular grave, he held sunflowers in his hand and I watched as he muttered something and dropped the flowers on the grave.