<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel》<br/>
Location: Near #3, 4, 5<br/>
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</div>Well, shit – Rachel knew this guy. At least Rebel could hope he was as trustworthy as the nurse seemed to think he was. Rebel studied the stranger from a short distance, not recognizing him one bit from any other face in the crowd. Had he really been so oblivious to people in Abendblume? Rebel felt like he had been living in a dream before this, just surviving day-by-day, trying to keep Sou happy…<br/><br/>The very thought of her brought a frown to his face. Who knew if this man wasn't one of the others, the ones planning to attack their compound? This could all be a ruse to make them drop their guard.<br/><br/>"Who'd you get word from?" Rebel asked. He was suspecting Sou already; she and her new boy toy. Who was to say that this guy wasn't who she ran away with? "We only found out when they decided to boot people out the gates."<br/><br/>The sharp staccato of a branch snapping made Rebel turn, the web of his palm already tight against his gun's backstrap. Clive's calm voice was the only thing that made him not draw down on the source of the sound.<i>'Damn it, getting jumpy Akers,'</i>he cautioned himself. He worked too long and hard once he was stateside to go down that trauma-trigger cycle again. He thought he had gotten over it.<br/><br/>Apparently, he was wrong.<br/><br/>Rebel blew out a long breath, relaxing his spine and removing his hand from his sidearm, and Owen's casual demeanor put him more at ease than anything Clive did aside from being recognized.<br/><br/>"Yes, it's true." Hell, he figured they knew anyway. "Some of us came along to get them somewhere safely for the night, but then we're heading back."<br/><br/>At least he assumed that was the plan. "I don't know who's shooting, maybe…" it had sounded too steady and confident to be Kennedy or Ezra. Surely they wouldn't be foolish enough to waste ammo testing out their new gear. "I should check." He raised his chin slightly, in a 'see ya later' manner. "You all are leaving?" He eyed the third one, the quiet one in the back, but returned his gaze to the two talkers before settling his eyes on the nurse.<br/><br/>"Rachel, unless you know them enough to feel safe alone with them, we should go find Tobias and get you somewhere secure."