<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel》<br/>
<i>Location: LDS Church; approx 1 mile into their trek<br/>
Addressing: Armando, Rachel, others</i>​</div><br/>The hullabaloo ahead of Rebel made him antsy, and he scanned the fields around them before hastening his steps to join those who were crawling off the carriage like roaches from a sinking barge. He didn't have to ask Armando what was going on. The woman was being pretty loud about her intentions.<br/><br/>"This place is cleared out," he said, thinking that the woman wanted to stay here for all the provisions the Mormons were known to keep. "Every last scrap of food from here was taken to Abendblume a year ago."<br/><br/>The woman's glare told him he had missed the point.<br/><br/>Armando wasn't making any headway with those who had decided to pray, or the woman who wanted to stay. They had not gotten far before the small group was already starting to fall apart. Then Rachel called out to the others and jogged after them putting herself between the worshippers and the building.<br/><br/>Technically that was kidnapping. Rebel rolled his eyes, then glanced over his shoulder at Armando. "Ten minutes," he said. "We'll give them ten minutes and then leave."<br/><br/>He quickened his pace to cross the overgrown lawn, thinking the elders of the LDS Church would have probably rolled over in their graves had they seen the disrepair of their house of worship. When he reached the small group, it was to see Rachel brushing her hair from her eyes and lecturing the others about what they should and shouldn't do.<br/><br/>"So what?" He called past the dissenters' shoulders, addressing the self-important nurse. "They don't belong under Hale or Armando's rule, but suddenly you get to tell them what they should or shouldn't do? Where was your hurry when we were burying Brian? That took hours and put everyone at risk, but we did it anyway. We should give them time to pray, for God's sake. If they feel like they need to worhsip now, who are you to tell them to wait?"<br/><br/>He scanned the faces of those wanting to go into the church. "This building was cleared over a year ago and closed, but we can't guarantee no rotters wandered in. Those of you who go in,<i>or stay</i>," his eyes went to the sixty-year-old woman who wanted to remain at the church, "do so at your own risk. We're leaving in ten minutes. It's your choice what you do."<br/><br/>Rebel turned his dark gaze back at Rachel. "You gonna step aside and let them pass? Or do I have to drag you out of the way?"