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</div>"Bloody hell!"<br/><br/>Elias stood at the gate, perturbed by what just happened.  The fort could have used that Aussie.  Big, strong and obviously self-sufficient. Maybe a bit too self-sufficient to work well with others?  But as a fellow member of the former British Empire, they would have had something in common, even if it was a different way of speaking English than the rest of the people here.  But now the worry was if the bloke decided to work against the purposes of Havenshire.  There were certainly enough rouge humans out there looking for a leader like him.<br/><br/>On the positive side, no one took a shot at him as he was fleeing towards the woods, which might instill some confidence in him that Havenshire wasn't some kind of scam.  And maybe instill the same confidence in the other person out there with the binoculars.  Elias raised his glasses to scan the tree line once more, but it was getting too dark to see much of anything.  He'd seen the movement of something larger than a human.  Either a horse or an elk.<br/><br/>"We had someone else out there watching that little drama through a pair of binoculars, but I couldn't get a good focus on them.   And they might have a horse," Elias told Idris and Kepler as they passed through the gate.<br/><br/>***********************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>The accommodations were more than Elias needed.  Anyplace where he could sleep without needing to set up trip wires and booby traps was fine with him.  Most of his nights had been spent sleeping in his Landrover parked in among bushes for camouflage . . . or in caves.  If the cave had water in it, so much the better.  Food had been hit or miss, depending on what he found in small towns or remote farmhouses he came across along the way.  But the riskiest moments were when he had to stop and siphon fuel from abandoned vehicles along his route.  The undead seemed to like to lie in wait near abandoned vehicles.<br/><br/>The pot roast was a real treat to Elias after living on canned goods and MRE's from a National Guard Armory for too long.<br/><br/>"My compliments to the chef on the excellent meal," he said with a raise of his glass.  It may have only been pot roast, but to Elias it was a real feast.  "Do we see this Aussie as a threat or as a potential asset if we can lure him into our fold?"