<div style="text-align: center">《 REBEL AKERS 》<br/>
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</div>Rebel's attention was drawn by the sound of Brian shouting that this was a mistake. Brian was right; this was a horrible mistake, but Mr. Hale wasn't one to change his mind once the words were spoken, and he controlled the guns, so Rebel hoped that big lunk would control himself and get out of there before –<br/><br/>The sound of a single gunshot, followed by screams, made the former LEO's blood chill.<br/><br/><i>"No, no nonono!" </i>He slipped inside the large foyer in time to catch the sound of Armando shouting that 'he' wasn't armed. Rebel waved the civvies on, "Keep moving," he told them as he slipped through their hurried numbers and saw the quickly clearing scene.<br/><br/>Small entry in the back of Brian's shirt, his body sprawled on his stomach and a quickly spreading pool of blood could only mean one thing; the exit wound was in his chest. The bastard who killed him had shot the giant teddy bear in his back. Rebel quickly took in the scene, seeing the guard wiping his nose and knew whose pride had been offended enough for him to use his 'authority' to kill off the burly, but beloved man. "Alright, let's go," he waved at the last two stragglers, Ezra and his sister, as he waited to pull the door shut behind them. They needed to clear the room and get away from that trigger-happy dildo's line of fire before he decided to continue his one-man clearance party.<br/><br/>Rebel's jaw tightened. He could feel his blood boiling with 'I told you so's' as he watched Mr. Hale being hustled from the grand hall.<i>He</i>caused this. Every death that resulted from this decision was Hale's fault, and he was being rushed to safety like a damned dignitary. What did he give back to the group aside from the place they lived? He had no useful skills; he wasn't a medic, like Rebecca, and as far as Rebel knew, the man hadn't even planted a damned seed in the garden. Yet<i>he</i>was deciding who stayed or left? Who lived or died?<br/><br/>Putting guns in people's hands who still thought that you could push the reset button and try again, no muzzle control, and no repercussions for doing something wrong. That was a<i>great </i>way to run the compound's security.<br/><br/>He needed to figure something out, and he needed to do so quickly.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Sou-yeon Kwon 》​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/50e9b25bd8f21b92d64829417caf91ad1e5f091c-jpg.121018/" title="50e9b25bd8f21b92d64829417caf91ad1e5f091c.jpg">
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</div>"What are you talking about?" Sou stared at the two guards blankly. Her eyes were puffy from crying and trying to apply mascara, she had broken a nail throwing things against the wall, and she definitely was<i>not</i>Instagram ready when these two knocked on her door.<br/><br/>"Ma'am, you're on the list to go out and start another site. You've got provisions that will be given you at the gate, and you have to pack up your shi – stuff, and leave before nightfall." The couldn't believe he used to be one of her million-plus followers. She sure looked hot in yoga pants. She wasn't looking so hot, now.<br/><br/>"There is a mistake," she stated. It was more of a demand. How could they just throw her out? The other people must have been losers, but she…<i>she was a star!</i>She knew how to engage people and get them motivated! They needed her to keep up the little town's morale! "I'm going to talk to Mr. Hale. He put my name on there by accident!" she declared. "You'll see! And then you'll be fired from this minimum wage job and be flipping burgers somewhere!"<br/><br/>The other guard laughed. "Get your shit," he said, not bothering to be polite like his neighbor. There were no minimum wage jobs anymore, only 'useful' and 'useless,' and she was in the latter group. "If you're still on grounds when the sun sets, we'll put you out forcefully," he warned her. His eyes raked over her body and part of him wanted her to give them a reason to be rough. There wasn't any reason not to; those expelled would be dead in a few days, anyways. Might as well enjoy them while they were warm and weren't biting.