<div style="text-align: center">《Rebel》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Present: Alvaro <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><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/12-jpg.134615/" title="12.jpg">
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</div>Rebel's breakfast with Armando and Marcia was as close to a normal experience as he could remember having for a while. It touched a part of him that longed for domestic life; a wife, children, a normal job with weekends and holidays where he could take the family on vacations.<br/><br/>Nowadays vacations were a bit risky. He wondered if they would ever have a normal world where kids could tube down the river without worrying about being dragged under by a half-decomposed corpse.<br/><br/>The whole situation sucked, and he was certain some large, greedy pharmaceutical group had been at the base of it all. Even if he was right there was nothing to be done about it now. The virus had spread across the world as easily as the wind currents could take it, and there would never be another 'normal' again. And now he was going to meet with his partner, an ex-felon who had worked for cartels and likely deserved to be locked up still, and strangely, Rebel was okay with it.<br/><br/>Nothing was the same as it once was. The rules of order no longer existed.<br/><br/>He wandered into the main lobby of the resort, notes in hand, and glanced around for Alvaro. More than likely the man would be in the shadows or behind some partially closed door, watching others who didn't know that they were being watched. It was Rebel's job to be seen; Alvaro's job to do the seeing.