<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel 》<br/>
<i>Location: Shuttle pick-up location<br/>
Addressing: Rachel</i>​</div><br/><br/>What was with all the drama with these people? Didn't they know how to take care of shit and get things done? They could argue and squabble later, after they secured their perimeter and knew they were good for the night.<br/><br/>But shit – they had no weapons, Rebel still hadn't checked his out of the 'armory,' and with the way things were going, it wasn't likely to happen soon.<br/><br/>At first the ex-cop thought that Rachel was serious. He wasn't going to<i>judge,</i>but what the heck was she doing telling everyone? He blinked, trying not to look so shocked, and drew in a sharp breath of understanding when she clarified.<br/><br/>"Oh," he glanced to the side and nodded. "Okay. With the same last names, I just thought," he shrugged. "I don't know what I thought." Well, he knew what he thought. He thought they were married.<br/><br/>He watched the nurse treat the pistol on her thigh as if it was going to bite her. Rebel narrowed his eyes as she pulled it from her holster, holding it out towards him. Thank God the barrel wasn't point at him.<br/><br/>"Sure," he stepped to the side and folded his hand over hers, taking the handgun from her and then checking the chamber, then dropping the magazine to figure out how many rounds he could count on. There wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Inserting the magazine with a hard slap of his palm, he checked to see if this model had a safety. The last thing he wanted was to pull the trigger and have nothing happen.<br/><br/>"Listen, I don't want to order you around, but I'm going to give you some advice," his brown eyes flickered up to meet hers. For a moment he was still, noticing how iridescently aqua they seemed, circled deepest blue. Inhaling deeply, he sighed. "You should take off that ridiculous thigh holster. Some numb nut is going to see the holster and assume it's got a gun in it and shoot you," he warned.<br/><br/>Glancing over his shoulder towards the main house, he worried that this was going to get volatile. He did not want to see this go down this way, or any way. He pivoted back towards Rachel. "I'll get this back to you, Rebecca. When you have to leave these gates, I'll make sure you have this back." He slid the weapon into his belt. "Thank you for trusting me with it until then."<br/><br/>Somewhere in the distance someone screamed. It was faint; a woman's scream tinged with desperation, and though everything in his blue-blooded being told him to run towards the scream, he stayed with the nurse as he had promised Ezra he would do.