<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel 》<br/>
Location: outside Abendblume<br/>
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</div>There </i>they were. Finally!<br/><br/>Rebel pushed himself off the wall he had been holding up, his eyes sweeping over the trio. A frown touched his lips as he wondered what they were doing with Armando there. If this was going to be an execution journey for Marcia's brother, the two had a fight on their hands. He wasn't about to turn on someone who had done his job and been punished for someone else's mistakes.<br/><br/>Rebel shot Armando a questioning glance as they all passed through the gates. The closing sounded like jail doors; the finality of it resonated more disturbingly now that he knew what Ray Jr. was capable of doing.<br/><br/>There was no way they were just going on a necro hunt. They had outside people for that; Rebel used to be one of them. He fell in behind Alvaro and glanced between the ex-con and Hale's son. "What?" he asked, hearing their destination.<br/><br/>Rebel nearly stopped, but when Armando spoke out, he continued to walk with them. He felt like he was playing catch up on what was going on. The thought of killing off the rest of the exiled felt like a test to him, but it wasn't one he wanted to pass. "Ray, your father said we weren't going after them," Rebel stated. "There's no benefit in killing anyone at Dryden, not if we want to eat this winter."<br/><br/>He glanced at Alvaro with a frown. Certainly the man could see the lack of logic in Ray's idea.