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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Owen and Clive 》<br/>
Location: Morris truck<br/>
Addressing: truck occupants​</div><br/>Owen watched and listened as Tobias spoke, and then the slight women. Clive was listening as well, though kept quiet and his eyes trained mostly forward with a few stolen glances at his passenger. She was quiet also.<br/><br/><br/>"And the shooting? Was that planned or coincidence?" The woman had not been shot. She'd been slaughtered by silent means and left to turn. That in itself was something sinister, but Owen wouldn't put it past certain individuals roaming about. Not everyone was decent like Miles and the two hunters.<br/><br/>"One of the guards said it was Hale's son," the woman answered, letting those implications be taken how they would. She'd evidently made her conclusions.<br/><br/>"<i>Jesus christ</i>," Owen exclaimed softly. It was a lot to unpack after the situation. More than any should have had to endure, yet there the survivors were. Owen was pleased he'd offered the ride. Were the guards just waiting until they left to finish them off? To avoid rumors circulating that not only was Abendblume exiling their people, but that they were also killing them off? Hale was one for appearances. Owen recalled the extra effort and time put into getting the fences up to standard. He remembered messing quite a few things up and his brother having to come back behind him to fix it. To Owen, there wasn't a reason to think the four individuals were up to something or that the story was made up. Those gunshots had been real. The dead girl was real. His brother couldn't argue that.<br/><br/>"Do any of you spend time outside of abendblume?" Owen asked, wondering if they had any more idea now on what they were doing. He wasn't really paying attention to the directions his brother was taking, or that he had gone a different route than he'd come. Clive was skirting wide around KOA and hoping to avoid any further involvement with Abendblume or its guards.