<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel 》<br/>
Location: Shuttle pick-up location<br/>
Addressing: Rachel​</div><br/><br/>This<i>woman </i>was impossible. Rebel rolled his eyes, trying not to sigh too deeply when she said that Ezra wasn’t his boss either. She was beginning to remind him of all the protest Karens he had to deal with before the shit hit the fan. Maybe the less he said, the better. Where was Ezra, anyway?<br/><br/>He tried to ignore her and stay reasonable. He tried to stay calm. But when she mentioned Sou, Rebel’s eyes snapped back to Rachel’s face, and he glowered. “Yeah, Sou’s on the list, and I don’t know why,” he retorted. “Dan and I have a plan to get as many people as possible to the far camps. We know people on the outside who can help you.”<br/><br/>Reaching up with one hand, he rubbed the back of his neck and looked back towards the main building. What was keeping the guy so long?<br/><br/>And why did Rachel have to ask about Sou right after talking about fucking at the end of the night? He still didn’t know where Sou had been, and the last thing she said to him had been pretty dismissive. He wasn’t feeling exactly confident right now about anything.<br/><br/>“Listen, Ezra obviously cares about you. He was worried. We’re all trying to figure something out that won’t end with us having to put down your undead bodies, so why don’t you give me a fucking break? And for the record I’m a sworn LEO. That didn’t end just because the shit hit the fan, so don’t tell me that I don’t care,<i>woman</i>. I’m doing the best I can, and not getting people shot because I don’t know when to keep quiet and when to challenge Hale when all his men are standing around wanting to know what it feels like to shoot a man.”<br/><br/>It hadn’t been her fault Brian died, but Brian might have been made more courageous by all the shouting going on. People just didn’t get it; in this world, the ones with the power made the rules.