<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel, Dan, Miles, and a little bit of Jeb》<br/>
Location: Near #3, 4, 5<br/>
P<i>resent: Rachel &amp; Tobias, Ezra &amp; Anise, Clive &amp; Owen, Kennedy, Dan, Armando, Miles, Jeb &amp; Josh<br/>
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</div>Rebel nodded at Dan. Offline discussion sounded good; he could get the full story from his comrade away from all the naysayers and doomsday whiners. But then one of the strangers contradicted him – the one whose bed the nurse seemed eager to climb into.<br/>
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"Who the fuck do <i>you</i> think you are?" Rebel asked Clive. He could see Kennedy approaching Claire's body but ignored the man in lieu of the one who wanted to tell the refuges what they should or shouldn't do. Rebel watched as the brothers seemed to argue about it, and when they started arguing about bringing 'our or five' to their 'better place,' Rebel felt like throwing his hands in the air and walking away. <br/>
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He turned and looked at those who came from Abendblume. The nurse and her brother, Ezra and his sister, Dan and Armando. "Whatever you all want to do, do it." His eyes landed on Rachel. "Go with the strangers up north if you want. Take your chances with them.I don't really give a fuck. Whoever wants to remain here will have our protection until the morning." He turned to leave. <br/>
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</div>Dan glanced at Armando, gave him raised eyebrows and a head nod towards Rebel before moving to leave as well. He looked at Ezra and Anise, wondering if they would head out with people who may or may not be friends and take a chance on the unknown.<br/>
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Miles had noticed that Owen was too concerned with being a bleeding heart to answer his previous statement, and this stranger, the one who knew Carla, had seemed like a bigger bleeder than even Owen was. But the bearded man knew Rookie and his description of Carla made clear that he had spent some time with her. <br/>
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</div>"Hm," Miles nodded once at the news that Carla had thrown shade. "You come with me," he decided. Any friend of Rookie's was a friend of his.<br/>
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With a flick of his fingers in a 'come-with' gesture, Miles turned to join Jeb and Josh on the trail back to the highway. <br/>
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On the steep final path to the road Jeb was waiting. Josh had gone on to survey the road, making sure no one stopped at the Morrises' truck and set up for an ambush. A repeated frog sound told the older brother all was well up top. <br/>
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</div>Jeb wiped the back of his hand across the bare spot between his nose and lips. "You collectin' strangers now?" he asked Miles quietly, eyeing Kennedy as if he had grown a second nose in the middle of his forehead. <br/>
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Miles let out a short snort. "This one's clear. Friend of Rookie's," he said, not pausing as he moved past Jeb and made his way to the road. <br/>
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"Ah, friend of Rooookiiiie's…got it…" Jeb watched Kennedy pass by. "Got it, Boss."​</div>