<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel 》<br/>
<i>Location: Shuttle pick-up location<br/>
Addressing: Ezra &amp; Rachel<br/>
In the company of Anise, Kennedy, and the carriage driver</i>​</div><i> <br/>
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Ah, shit!</i>Rebel felt his face flush with embarrassment that he had called her the wrong name. Why did he suddenly feel like a school boy caught doing something naughty by his teacher? He cleared his throat, hands resting on his hips, and muttered, "Sorry.<i>Ra</i>-chel." Not Rebecca. Two syllables. Not three.<br/><br/>First he thought she was married to her brother, then he called her someone else's name. His eyebrows shot up when she talked about the guards' meeting room and the Polaroids they had on the wall. "Uhm," he licked his lips. "I'm not one of the Abendblume guards. I'm outside patrol. Recon." He shook his head in a sideways nod. "We didn't know any of this was going to happen until it happened."<br/><br/>Dang, Armando was all about shoving people around and flashing his power, wasn't he? Rebel watched as Anise helped Kennedy up and made sure that he was okay. These people seemed to know each other. As the young man looked at this makeshift group, he wondered how he could have been here for as long as he had, and his only real contacts were the people he worked with, and Sou.<br/><br/>His whole life since this shit went down had been about protecting his girl. And this morning it felt like his entire world had shattered. So, what had he been working so hard to save?<br/><br/>Things were starting to calm down compared to that morning. It seemed like – Rebel's head rotated when more screaming was heard, but this time the distinct sound of words came through. Someone wanted someone to<i>'get ooout!'</i>And someone wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.<br/><br/>But he was distracted when Kennedy suggested the group head to the gate. Stepping back, Rebel watched them load up, simultaneously keeping an eye on the main building in case all Hell decided to break out. The rollout of this thing was all fucked up; Hale didn't seem to have much of a plan except Shock and Awe, and maybe a few flying bullets, and his problems were all done. Everyone else had to pick up the pieces and try to move on.<br/><br/>Kennedy's voice drew him back, and for a moment Rebel just stared at the dark bearded man. The screams continued inside the building. People at the gate were shouting, and even though a distance separated them, he could read the tone of the voices and knew things wanted to go south. He couldn't send Rachel there after promising to watch her, but his unofficial 'duty' called at him to go and investigate.<br/><br/>He felt his personal space invaded, and for a split second, Rebel thought that Sou was back. His head whipped around to gauge what mood his girlfriend was in, and he was taken aback to find that the nurse had been the one gripping his shirt so tightly, not Sou. When Rachel released him, he stepped back, equally surprised to have found them so close.<br/><br/>"You're not the boss of me, Rachel." Rebel scoffed, his expression halfway between scorn and amusement. "I'm not<i>that</i>kind of guard. That's not my job. We start breaking ranks and all Hell will break loose." Then he barked out a surprised laugh and shook his head at the nurse. "That's really sexist, you know that? Reducing something a guy says to 'mansplaining' to ridicule it, as if that lessens the information that was shared. What I told you might just save your life one day."<br/><br/>She persisted, and he shook his head again. "I promised Ezra I'd stay with you until he got back. I'm not<i>baby</i>sitting you. I'm keeping my word." His eyes narrowed. "Don't take everything a man does for you as an insult. Those feminist tinted glasses don't look good on you."