<div style="text-align: center">《 Marcia》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Rebel <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>​</div><br/><i><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/91203a8d88c449c3b5acbaccccbcf48b-jpg.132957/" title="91203a8d88c449c3b5acbaccccbcf48b.jpg">
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</div>What. The. Hell.</i><br/><br/>Rebel frowned at the woman who had spun him around, accusing him like some cat-clawed Madre who had just found out he stole the last cookie from her niño's hand. She was an angry badger, frustrated and fiery, and for some reason he found it oddly arousing.<br/><br/>"Armando?" he asked, turning to face her more fully. "You think I had anything to do with what he reported to Mr. Hale?" Now it was his turn to scoff, though it was tinged with bitter humor.<br/><br/>"I don't know what he –<i>you</i>– wrote in that report, but if it's anything like what he was saying last night, he covered up for Ray's actions. So tell me," he stepped closer, "why is your brother covering up for someone who slit the throat of people who were our neighbors yesterday and shot others who were gathered around a campfire to pray? Hmm? Who is he protecting, Marcia, because it sure as hell isn't the people who count on us."<br/><br/>He looked her up and down, taking in every curvy, Latina inch of the feisty woman. "I didn't ask for this. Armando gave it away. And I didn't take it; it was given to Alvaro. I'm still outside patrol, just like I was before this all fell apart.<br/><br/>"My girlfriend might have been in league with others; I don't know. But I<i>do know</i>that everyone of those people who were cast out didn't deserve what they got. And<i>your brother protected the one who killed most of them." </i>He leaned forward in emphasis. "I'm here to protect the families in Abendblume. Nothing more. And if Armando didn't want to speak up when he was in charge and defend what was right, that's his choice. Not mine.<br/><br/>"La Familia," he said. "Los Niños. They're what matters. I don't know if Hale sanctioned the killings, but the fact that they weren't mentioned makes me believe that your brother's protecting Ray, not the people."