<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel &amp; Dan 》<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>, and Armando, Hale, Ray Jr <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.blackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fmembers%2F6997%2F&amp;hash=c12ed4e471833de2e5c786ea85ba5359" href="https://www.blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sayd</a>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><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/0925ma3jbre81-jpg.131335/" title="0925ma3jbre81.jpg">
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</div>Rebel felt what seemed like an electrical shock snap in the air in front of him when Hale thanked him, then told the room that he agreed with the officer's thoughts. If someone had asked Rebel if he craved praise, he would have adamantly denied it. The truth, it seemed, was that he hungered for relevance. He <i>needed</i> the recognition. It was what made him a good MP, and later a city cop – that teacher's pet mentality that rewarded him dopamine each time he felt like he was making an authority figure proud. <br/>
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Even if the authority figure was a POS who just exiled a group of people. <br/>
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Rebel didn't know who Alvaro was; but his presence was menacing. The little man gave off the vibe of someone who was just as comfortable standing in a Catholic church and singing songs as he would be carving a second smile across someone's throat. He gave the cop the shivers, but Rebel just nodded, acknowledging their new relationship. <br/>
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That was, until Armando shouted. Rebel flinched, an old reaction from working crowd control during the riots of 2010, when protests rose seemingly overnight. Simply wearing a uniform made one a target. He sensed Alvaro's anticipation of violence, and it seemed like they were on the cusp of an explosion. One wrong move, one drawn gun, and the power in Abendblume would shift. <br/>
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He felt like he was standing in exactly the wrong place if he wanted to get out of this alive. <br/>
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</div>Behind him, Dan pushed away from the wall and seemed ready to pounce. He had mistaken Armando's outburst for disagreement over Rebel's assignment, and Dan still didn't truly trust Hale's right hand. He was still working out their relationships and had realized Ray Jr. was Hale's son, but it shouldn't have mattered after the nutcase had murdered half the camp in cold blood.<br/>
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As Dan looked from Armando to Hale, his day got worse. Shifting uncomfortably on his feet at the news that Ray Jr. was being put in charge of PR, he looked to Rebel for guidance. The dark-eyed patrol leader was frowning, his jaw tense, but otherwise he didn't react. <br/>
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Dan thought that this was like letting the fox guard the henhouse. It was seven shades of wrong, but Hale was in charge and unless someone else took the lead, this was how it was going to be. <br/>
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Rebel was saying something to Mr. Hale and the short one was also thanking their leader, but Dan's eyes followed Armando out the room. There was too much bad blood here, and the coach missed those days not too long ago when he was oblivious to it all. What he would do to be back in that blissful ignorance, just wondering if they were going to get some kind of stew with meat in it that night and hoping that he didn't get a double duty assignment. Now he knew too many dark secrets of Abendblume, and Dan was certain that there would be much more. <br/>
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He brought his gaze back to the here-and-now and looked at Alvaro and Rebel. It seemed like Rebel was about to determine what Dan's future would be. <br/>
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Rebel nodded at Dan. "He's with me," he said as they left the room. It seemed their conversation with Hale was over and it was time to get to understand who this man was that he had been assigned to work alongside. And maybe later there would be a chance to talk to Armando.​</div>