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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Clive and Owen 》<br/>
Location: At the truck<br/>
 Rachel, Tobias, Anise, and Ezra <a class="username" data-user-id="10174" data-username="tobacco camille" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10174/">tobacco camille</a>​</div><br/>The four went back for their things, the woman making the decision that the other three seemed satisfied with, even if it seemed to bother the bossy guard. It didn't seem like they had a better option available to them. It was either stay there for the night or go it on foot, and while Clive hadn't offered initially, he didn't think dropping the four off somewhere for the night would be an issue. So long as the guards didn't try to follow them, though once in the truck, unless they had a vehicle stashed away somewhere, they would have a hard time catching up.<br/><br/>Owen didn't try to make smalltalk with the remaining men, much to Clive's relief. Seemed he could read the room and the tension shut him up. When the four returned, Clive pointed them the direction they'd come in. He brought up the rear, making sure the guards didn't follow them. It raised his hackles to turn his back on them and he hoped they just went back where they came from. What that meant for future dealings with Abendblume, he couldn't say. Hale would likely still expect his regular shipments of lumber. Only Clive hadn't exactly made friends in that moment with the guards.<br/><br/>They made it to the truck without conversation. Miles and one of the men they'd seen with the guards were talking about something the Morris brothers didn't have dealings with. Owen had jumped up on the flatbed, offloading the mannequins for space reasons, and helping to load up their sparse belongings. He rearranging the crates to create a few seats in the back and flipped one over for himself to create a makeshift seat.<br/><br/>"Someone can take the passenger seat," He offered, gesturing to the space beside him for the other three. Away from the campgrounds, he was more relaxed again. Clive was still edgy, focused on every little sound and that likely wasn't going to change until they were several miles from the area. "Help yourself to some of the fruit. We put some in the bag you picked up, but a bite now might help to hold you over until we get someplace you think you want to settle for the night. I'm curious what the real story is, if someone want to fill me in on the drive."<br/><br/>Clive slipped into the driver's side, waiting for them to arrange themselves however they were going to. Likely they were tired and upset and didn't want to chat, though Owen carried on regardless. There was a tap on the rear sliding window and Clive reached behind to open it, making it easier  to pass words as needed.