<div style="text-align: center">《 Greg and Mr. Hale 》<br/>
<i>Location: Armory<br/>
Addressing: Rebel </i>​</div><br/>"Ah, that sucks man. I just assumed you kept her around to wet your wick." It hadn't occurred to Greg that maybe she was wetting everyone's wick besides Rebel's. He might not have asked for it, but likely it was for the best. There were plenty of other women in Abendblume.<br/><br/>"Pissed he sent away Rachel and Anise. Not sure what they did, but damn. Nothing I wouldn't have made an exception for." Greg shook his head.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Sir, Rebel is trying to check out his weapons. We've tried to reach Armando to get it cleared, but seems he's out of range."<br/><br/>"Oh! Actually, I need to speak to Rebel," Hale said, setting his empty glass down on the table. Damage control. After Armando had gone, he had the curtains opened again as he watched groups shuttled to the gate. He was informed of who had left, and who was still lingering. With the trouble makers mostly on their way, Hale didn't see a reason for staying hidden away any longer. So, he and his team made their way down to the armory.<br/><br/>Greg seemed alarmed that Hale was making a personal appearance. He straightened up immediately, no longer slouched over the counter,<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry, Mr. Hale! I didn't think you'd have to come all the way down here. Nothing is wrong, just trying to follow orders!" Greg informed.<br/><br/>"Find the man his weapons," Hale said, like he was doing Rebel a favor coming down to take care of it personally. "While he finds them and gathers you ammunition, I wanted to speak to you privately about something that I've known, and something that has come to my attention." He motioned to a side office where most of the paperwork was kept, halting his security team when they tried to follow him. This was an extension of trust. Hale wanted Rebel on his side. He just needed to cultivate that relationship. They had not really had much chance to get to know one another, but he understood the man could be an asset. He motioned for Rebel to close the door behind him and leaned against the front of a cherry oak desk. On another table, was a reloading press, usually what Greg busied himself with when their wasn't something else to do. There was an open box of primers and brass casings beside the press, and an almost full box of refilled ammunition. Filing cabinets lined the wall, keeping track of every single bullet and who it was given to. When weapons were returned, that was documented as well, along with how any of the ammunition was used. Of course, it was strongly advised to dispose of necros without the use of firepower whenever necessary.<br/><br/>"Not everyone understands all of my reasoning for the list. Let me explain. I had hoped to speak to you before you might draw your own conclusions. I do not usually try to get between couples, no matter how volatile, but in this instance.." Hale trailed off. "Well, it was necessary. There were a handful of names read this morning that were holding meetings with a nearby community, to act against Abendblume. Sou was in bed with one of them. Whether that was purely lust, or she was actually involved, I can't say for certain. That is what I had known." Hale sighed, as if he were sympathetic.<br/><br/>"Now, for what I just learned.. Sou has left with this man. Maybe they are hoping the other community will take them in. That you are still here, and the<i>nature</i>of things, leads me to believe you didn't have any idea what was really going on. Rest assured that it wasn't a decision I took lightly, but it was necessary that I get ahead of it, to protect Abendblume. If I'd let her remain, she could have very well let someone in to slit our throats in the night."