<div style="text-align: center">《 Miles, Jeb &amp; Josh 》<br/>
Location: Leavenworth<br/>
Present: Kennedy <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.unsplash.com%2Fphoto-1528351655744-27cc30462816%3Fixlib%3Drb-1.2.1%26ixid%3DMnwxMjA3fDB8MHxwaG90by1yZWxhdGVkfDE0fHx8ZW58MHx8fHw%253D%26w%3D1000%26q%3D80&amp;hash=022634c2e55024a72cc16fe40fdd968c" title="photo-1528351655744-27cc30462816">
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</div>It seemed that Josh wasn't about to let too much of the meal pass without his presence. Just as the others moved to the table, a damp and much scrappier looking man wandered into the kitchen. Without the layers of camouflaged clothing and the mud on his face, Josh looked much younger and less dangerous than he did earlier. It didn't help that he smelled like fruit candies and bubblegum.<br/><br/>Miles was quiet as the plates were passed around and filled. Before the forks were raised he cleared his throat. Inhaling quietly, he spoke with his eyes on the place settings. "Loretta would have like this," he said softly. "Thank you, boys." His eyes went from Jeb to Josh, then finally to Kennedy, including the newcomer in his thanks. "And in her honor I want to request two things from you all tonight."<br/><br/>Raising his glass and smiling secretly he said, "Tonight no one goes to bed sober," he said, "and tomorrow…you take Kennedy and introduce him to the Network. If anyone asks, his home is here."<br/><br/>He looked at Kennedy. "You good with that?" Maybe it was because the man reminded Miles of his own son. Maybe there was something to the way he had mentioned his exile from Abendblume. Kennedy was a negotiator. There was something in his eyes and the way he listened that made Miles think this man would be a commodity to the network's survival. Maybe to his<i>own</i>survival.