<div style="text-align: center"><i>《 Rebel 》<br/>
Location: Armory<br/>
Addressing: Greg - armory inventory bookkeeper</i>​</div><br/>Rebel gave Greg a blank stare, his mind warring between "the guy's just following his orders" and "fuck this it's my fucking gun!" In the end, his reasonableness won out when Greg offered to call it in and see if an exception could be made, even<i>if</i>it was reaching out to Armando.<br/><br/>He wondered how long Greg and the other inside men knew about this plan.<br/><br/>And then the bookkeeper mentioned Sou, and Rebel shot him a look. What the<i>fuck</i>was he talking about? He knew the term; everyone rode the town's bicycle. It was there for the using. His neck flushed in embarrassment and anger. Did everyone know this? Everyone but him? Had he been the town fool, cuckolded by all, deceived into believing that he and Sou were working things out, and there was no one else in the picture.<br/><br/>It seemed like<i>everyone</i>else was in the picture.<br/><br/>He put on his best "going with the flow while gleaning information" face, biting down the pain of his heartstrings tearing. Rebel turned back to the counter, leaning his elbows on the surface, he took on a casual body position.<br/><br/>"Yeah," he sighed. "I didn't ask Hale to put her on the list," he didn't even know there was a list, "but I trust him to make decisions that are best for Abendblume." Rebel had to stay on Hale's good side, after all. He wasn't about to bad mouth the shot caller to someone who might be in his pocket. "I guess I couldn't see the forest for the trees, when it came to Sou."<br/><br/>His heart pounded rapidly. Breathing slow and deep, he pulled on all of his undercover work to try to appear calm and collected in the face of this revelation, compartmentalizing what he knew to process later.