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<i>Location: Outside Abendblume main building<br/>
Addressing: Rachel, Tobias, Kennedy. </i>​</div><br/><br/>Armando was trying to sort through yet another situation when he heard someone shout his name. Mr. Frazier was being pulled away from Aurora's bedside to apparently tend Hale and the pregnant woman was in hysterics. Had Hale been hurt? He couldn't think of any other reason why Mr. Frazier had been called but none of the guards were sure who to bring in with the PA having new orders.<br/><br/>"See to it that Mr. Frazier gets to Hale quickly. Find another nurse, or sit the fuck down and hold her hand. Calm her down." Did no one have any sort of gentle initiative to do these sorts of things on their own, without having to call on him?"Go get<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FgkwOi3t.jpg&amp;hash=5661d304cf5e64d501fe59889d3e9136" href="https://i.imgur.com/gkwOi3t.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Marcia</a>. Bring her to the clinic," he decided. While his sister wasn't a qualified medical professional, she could at least relate to Aurora as a woman and an experienced mother. None of her births had been easy, but she had remained calm and determined through each one.<br/><br/>When he turned, Rachel had slapped him across the face and dragged him with her nails. Armando was prepared to restrain her if need be, but he hadn't wanted to resort to that. Getting into a struggle with a frantic woman, even if it was only to prevent her from gouging out his eyes in that moment, was not the sort of situation they needed right then. Luckily, Tobias had grabbed her, though she wasn't exactly placated by the hold. She took to shouting and accusations.<br/><br/>What had she thought his options were? He'd done what he could to advise Hale, and to keep control of the situation now. She had no idea how much worse the situation might have been if not for his counseling. Hale had a few different ideas about handling the situation, few of which were ethical, but what they were doing now was the lesser evil.<br/><br/>"Get your sister under control, Tobias," Armando warned. Not everyone was as patient or considerate as he was. That had already been demonstrated. He heard the walkie chirp and held it closer to his face to listen.<br/><br/>"Marcia is being difficult, Armando. She pointed your imbel GC in my face and said she wasn't going anywhere without hearing your voice. If I had any confidence in its craft, I might have actual been worried." The man's tone had been teasing, at ease. He'd even laughed. It contrasted with the seriousness of the situation, but it was obvious the man was familiar enough with Armando to make jokes about his choices in firearms. More so a keepsake, from his time in Brazil, Marcia adopted the weapon as her own. She must of heard the shot from the ground floor, and had been worried. Armando was proud, but it wasn't helping the situation when he was already spread thin.<br/><br/>Armando saw Kennedy and held a hand up to him, to give him just a second before he stormed over and started ranting and raving. Had giving him permission to come back to Abendblume been a mistake?<br/><br/>"<i>Maninha coração, eu preciso que você a acalme,</i>" Armando said into the walkie, voice full of warmth. He imagined the situation had already been fully explained. She just needed his reassurances.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>"<i>Você honestamente espera que eu deixe meus filhos para ir para a enfermaria?</i>" came Marcia's skeptical reply. She'd heard another woman screaming in the background, but by the sound of her brother's voice, she could tell he was handling several things at once.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>"<i>Meus homens não têm um toque feminino,</i>" Armando reasoned, flattery the best approach. If they'd kept Rachel, none of this would have been an issue, but he had not been the one who made the list. Hale had a personal dislike of the woman, and trying to make him understand how important of a role Rachel played went fully on deaf ears.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>"<i>Merda nenhuma</i>," Marcia's words were crude, but if she'd meant to refuse what Armando had asked, she would have just said so outright. He would have to thank her later.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>Kennedy tried to calm Rachel down and explained that he needed to talk to him. About after he'd gone? Someone had told him, though he couldn't say he was surprised. His knuckles were pressed quite over the walkie he held in his hands, motioning Kennedy to walk with him a few paces from Rachel who was still notably upset.