<div style="text-align: center">《Kennedy》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA Cabin<br/>
Addressing: Ezra</i><br/>
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</div>Part of Kennedy wanted, felt obligated, that he be braver than that, more self-assured than that. That he'd head out into the unknown and do something heroic. Like the movies. Like John Wayne. But he was caught between good sense and valiant action. The conflict bounced back and forth in his mind and sent him back to looking out windows, trying to see, trying to hear. Anything would be so much better than nothing.<br/><br/>"Too stubborn? Is that what you'd call it? I'd call it losing her damn mind." He was at odds with her decision to up and leave, though he knew she wouldn't have stayed put anyway. Whatever the word for that was, be it stubborn or otherwise, was debatable.<br/><br/>"I don't think they're against us..." his quickly turning mind gears churned out his next thoughts. "Rebel, and...ummm...Dan? Don? No, Dan." he barely knew the man. "At first, I suspected they might be. Some kind of fake escort to take us out in an out-of-sight kind of way. Rebel looked truly surprised by this attack...And Armando wouldn't do it. He's the one that gave me the gun so that we wouldn't be completely vulnerable. Not that I'm a great shot. I'm not. There are police in my family, so I've been to the range quite a bit growing up." he paused as he brought his fingers to his lips with his thinking.<br/><br/>"I'm rambling," he held up an apologetic hand, "I know. I do that when I'm about to lose my mind. We can't just sit here. You have to tell me again that staying put is the best option. No crossfire, no collateral damage, no clusterfucks." He looked to Ezra as though the man could absolve him of all his self-doubt and inner conflict.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
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