<div style="text-align: center">《 Armando and Anise 》​</div><br/>"That is my hope, Kennedy." The man wasn't a threat, as far as Armando was concerned. He'd been an advocate. Caring in regards to the people. Opinionated, but that wasn't synonymous with violence towards those that opposed his views. Kennedy had been involved in healthy debate within the community, on several controversial topics, and had never been disrespectful to those whose views differed from his own. Armando could imagine how the man only wanted to help. Not for Armando's benefit, of course, but for those that were being unceremoniously tossed out of Abendblume. He could very well represent, and hopefully pull the whole thing together. Lord knew someone needed to. Running scared, uncertain what they were going to do, would only end in disaster.<br/><br/>"I'm going to make sure you have permission to shuttle back and forth with the driver, to help put others at ease. If you feel comfortable doing so. If not, I understand." It was a large ask, especially coming from him. He saw the fear in the faces before him. They didn't trust him, and he couldn't say he blamed them after what had just happened. They might trust Kennedy though, and he'd do whatever he needed to do to gain control of the situation.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right 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%2Fj8c1H2c.jpg&amp;hash=6d6453541623f4bf1c2054a0a5c631b8" title="j8c1H2c.jpg">
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</div><br/>When the walkie was returned to the guard that Kennedy was with, Armando gave the orders. He stood with the uneasy people, awaiting the carriage with the dappled grey team of percherons. He remembered Hale's ire when the horses had arrived, six in total, and all grey. Three teams. He'd wanted white horses, not realizing the horses would lighten with age. Armando had grown fond of seeing their mottled tones around the grounds, though their reason for coming into his view now was hardly a happy one.<br/><br/>"Make sure these people leave with what they need," Armando said, mostly for the benefit of the guard overlooking the situation. His eyes passed to Kennedy. They weren't all that different, really. Armando was just more private, keeping his personal life separate from his career. Not that he had a personal life, any longer. His entire would now revolved around working for Hale and keeping his family safe. Unlike Kennedy, Armando wasn't disposable in the eyes of Hale. If the man had any suspicions, he didn't act it, and Armando didn't wave a flag under his bosses nose. His entire life he'd been taught to keep those matters secret. He didn't want to think about the situation if someone found out, or if he made it into something Hale couldn't ignore. He could respect Kennedy for living life the way that he did, and if Armando was living for himself perhaps he'd have embraced it, but his family was his top priority.<br/><br/>Armando turned to head back inside, leaving the handful of people to the carriage ride to the gates.<br/><br/>Anise moved over to Kennedy quickly, reaching for his arm. She wasn't typically a touchy person, but with the news she was going to deliver, she felt the need to make that personal connection. A living person had died, not because of the necros, but because of the people in Abendblume. How far out had the shot rang? Who all heard Armando doing damage control over the walkies? What was everyone thinking now?<br/><br/>"They shot Brian," she told him, softly. "He tried to stop Hale and they shot him. He wasn't going to hurt him." Anyone who knew the man likely knew that.<br/><br/><br/>Armando was heading back inside to deal with yet another situation. Rachel was refusing to leave Aurora's side and the resident PA, Mr. Frazier, was uncertain what to do without worrying his patient. Ayo had apparently tried to get her to leave, without success, but there was no surprise there considering their relationship. Hale would be displeased to know Rachel was within the infirmary walls, period. He said she had not valued life.<br/><br/>"Tell her not to make this anymore stressful for Aurora. If we have to remove her, kicking and screaming, we will, but that would not be very courteous to the woman nearing her birthing date." Mr. Frazier was more than qualified to deliver the woman's baby, even if he usually let the nurses do most of the heavy lifting.