<div style="text-align: center">《 Armando &amp; Ray 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Dan, Alvaro, eachother </i>​</div><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F0zZysvB.jpg%3F2&amp;hash=b9fa89eec3e05887d1a993e0224fed08" title="0zZysvB.jpg">
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</div>Ray kept still and watched the scene unfold. He held the upper hand. It was their move, and they would have more trouble just as soon as the dead all finished rising. He could hear someone yelling in the distance. They were panicked, tired, and not thinking clearly. If they all scattered like frightened cats, he'd track them down. It was Dan's presence that gave him pause. He wasn't sure what to make of that when he'd expected that their men were dead. Ray understood loyalties. He wasn't a killing without a purpose, and without better understanding, he never took the shot on Dan. Even when he engaged with the risen fisherman.<br/><br/>He returned Alvaro's whistle. '<i>Stand down</i>' it meant. Ray still had this and was taking his time to observe. Dan was one of theirs and Ray would afford him more courtesy than the exiles. If it proved a betrayal, that was something he could handle later. Bullets were not something he could take back. Ray glanced back to the the three that were gunned down. There was movement. One was reanimating, drawn to the noise south. His eyes refocused as Dan put down the fisherman, then leaned over to heave.  Ray snorted and moved south along the treeline that wrapped around the campsites. He paused when he caught movement from the section of RVs. Someone moving to Dan's aid and it took half a second for him to process the man as Armando.<br/><br/>"Thought you were fucking dead!" Ray called as he walked out from the woods, weapon pointed at the ground. Armando had snapped his weapon to train it on the young man before immediately lowering it, then throwing a hand in front of Dan so he didn't shoot the young Hale either. Would he have done the same if it had been Alvaro? Most likely Alvaro would not have been so confident that Armando would not shoot him, not enough to step out in the open.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FIE5Ftjw.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=707cf815e73ab699aaf822f32098c728" title="IE5Ftjw.jpg">
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</div>"You did this?" Armando asked, glancing to Eddie. He moved towards Ray, hitting him in the jaw with the grip of his gun. "What the fuck, Ray!" he hissed. He was a mix of rage, sorrow, and disappointment. He'd watched the eldest Hale grow up. Loved him like family. Without a doubt Alvaro was to blame for nurturing this dark side. Ray drew a hand to his cheek and spat blood, then signaled to Alvaro with a raised hand to 'stand down' again. Just encase he needed the extra reminder after Armando hit him in the face. Uncharacteristic of the man who was usually gentle, with steadfast patience. Ray had never seen such an expression cross the man's face.<br/><br/>"Don't, Armando. With your moral highground bullshit. These people didn't mean anything! I say the job needs finishing. Loose ends are sloppy and dangerous."<br/><br/>Armando stared, his disappointment increasing.<br/><br/>"Ray, I need you to go home. Give me your weapons."<br/><br/>Ray snorted.<br/><br/>"You thought you were protecting your family." Armando was trying to reason and understand. "I pray that's what you thought. Ray, if you pull that trigger now it changes things." He'd go from someone who thought they were protecting his family to a cold blooded killer. "You are better than someone that kills out of fear of the unknown. I need you to<i> go home.</i>" Armando didn't want to face it if the young man picked the wrong decision. They stared hard at one another for a moment, then Ray handed Armando his weapons before heading back the direction he'd come. He whistled to Alvaro, finalizing it. Change of plans. They were going home.<br/><br/>Armando had been holding his breath. His relief was momentary realizing the gravity of what Ray had done and the ruthless capabilities of the man he didn't really think were possible. Was he mimicking Alvaro or his father? It was a question that Armando didn't really want to ask himself.<br/><br/>"We need to get Rebel," Armando said to Dan. "Before they they think we planned this." They were already suspicious prior to the shooting.