<div style="text-align: center">《 Ray Jr 》<br/>
<i>Location: Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Alvaro </i>​</div><br/><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%2Fi.imgur.com%2FM8Ak8BZ.jpg&amp;hash=8593633a696ab511634b46fbdd005be0" title="M8Ak8BZ.jpg">
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</div><br/>He heard his sister screaming. He reached her even before dad. Stuart was there, trying to bring the panicked horse under control as it galloped around abendblume grounds, gouging ugly tears in the green grass. The animal was covered in blood, stark against a pale coat, dragging remnants of the carriage behind it. He was saying her name but<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FkMnOT4K.jpg&amp;hash=40911b4b171f707e01203bf9df699b53" href="https://i.imgur.com/kMnOT4K.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Amira</a>was hysterical. He didn't have an answer when his dad did come bursting through the entrance way.<br/><br/>"Ray, what happened?" Hale demanded, then looked to Stuart for the same answer. His dad pulled Amira into him, shielding her from the world, as he always did.<br/><br/>"They took the carriage outside. I told them not to, Hale! This one was running back. We barely got the gate open. He was not stopping," Stuart informed.<br/><br/>"Who took the carriage? Where were they going?"<br/><br/>"Armando. Two of the others.. Outside patrol..Uh, Dan. Rebel. KOA they said."<br/><br/>"You didn't go with them? You let them take the carriage without a proper driver?" Hale sounded displeased. "Catch it! Where is the other one?"<br/><br/>Citizens of Abendblume had come out to see what was going on, hands coming up to cover their mouth. Likely drawing their own conclusions. There was no denying that something had happened to the people that had left, Hale's own men included. Ray slipped back, disappearing between the onlookers. He moved out, towards Alvaro's place, hoping to find him there. He wasn't usually busy but he knew his dad asked something of him that day, though that didn't stop him from letting himself in. Why did Alvaro need to lock doors? There was no one who might intrude upon him, but Ray figured he would understand. They had that type of relationship. Alvaro would appreciate the initiative. Armando was like family, even if he was stuffy and dull. If those people did something, Ray wanted them to pay for it.<br/><br/>Alvaro wasn't upstairs, so he moved to the basement level, assuming he wasn't there at all. He just needed a few things the felon had stashed away in his personal arsenal. Ray had found out about it but he figured it was a secret worth keeping. It would get back around if he checked out something from the inventory, and likely make it harder to leave. He doubted anyone had that sort of time, not to mention it was fucking annoying having someone chime in on his every move.<br/><br/>"Oh, shit," Ray said as he came in to see Alvaro hunched over a thin frame. A woman. She wasn't moving. "I need to borrow some things. I think the exiled turned on our people. A few of them are out there. The carriage they took is missing. One of the horses returned with pieces attached. Amira is upset again. Dad is pissed." Understatement of the century. Ray moved around Alvaro and the woman, brows raised at the ink being scrawled into her skin.<br/><br/>"Shit. Wasn't she on the list?" he asked with a raised brow. Didn't matter to him. He knew his dad ordered some sick shit at times. He moved to shove the weapon's cabinet out of the way, popping off the section of plywood that opened to hidden shelving. To get to the better assortment he knew was there.<br/><br/>He picked up a scoped hunting rifle to strap across his back, and then an AR-15. He liked Alvaro's choices in weapons because they were all specked and modified illegally. No laws anymore, yet Armando still wouldn't let him tamper with his weapons, and so Ray found the ones that had already been tampered with. With Alvaro, there were less rules. Armando held him back, but now he had a chance to prove his use and run out to save Armando's moral high-ground ass.