<div style="text-align: center">《Rebel》<br/>
<i>In the company of Dan, near the main building<br/>
Addressing Anise and Ezra </i>​</div><br/>Rebel and Dan turned towards the gate just in time to hear the loud slap of Rachel's hand against Armando's face and to see the drama that ensued afterwards.<br/><br/>"Whoa," Dan breathed, taking a step towards the commotion. He was quickly redirected when Rebel grabbed him by his elbow and turned him back towards the gate.<br/><br/>"Not our problem," he growled as he shot a quick glance over his shoulder at Armando, Tobias, and Rachel. The last time someone lost their temper around Hale's right-hand man, he was shot in the back. Rebel didn't want to be in the direct line of any misfire in this lawless community.<br/><br/>Which reminded him that the people on the list were some of the kindest, harmless, people in the community. It didn't make sense that they'd be jettisoned like unneeded rubbish to falter in the wild.<br/><br/>"What's going on here?" Rebel glared against the sunlight at the driver, as he told Ezra and Anise that they could wait.<br/><br/>Rebel and Dan strode towards the trio in nearly perfect lockstep, unconsciously falling into stride with each other as they walked. They had patrolled together often. They knew each other's tendencies, and had started to form what amounted to friendship in the compound, though it never extended to hanging together in their off hours.<br/><br/>He had no idea what Dan did on his 'off' time. Or who he did.<br/><br/><i>Anise let out a deep breath.<br/>
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"One person should stay here, to help people leaving Abendblune. Explain that we're trying to keep everyone together. Another should stay with those dropped off, at the gate, to try and help them find their things." Who would stay and who would go? "What do you think?" </i><br/><br/>Rebel thought that Anise looked more worried than she should be, as if the entire fate of the people expelled were resting on her brother's and her shoulders. He quickly assessed the situation; the siblings had<i>nothing</i>in their hands. Nothing of use, no backpack, no survival tools. This was fucking suicide.<br/><br/>"Hold on, let's all take a deep breath," Rebel held his hands out in a placating way, then raised a hand to stop the driver's comment. "Hup, hup, hang tight," he said. "Mr. Hale said he was letting everyone know so they could get settled by this evening. He did<i>not</i>say that everyone had to get the fuck out this minute or he'd shoot them."<br/><br/>Images of Brian came to mind, but he shoved them away.<br/><br/>"You two," he looked at Anise and Ezra. "You need to pack. You can't go out there in just the clothes you're wearing." He turned towards the driver, "And you, what else are you doing today? Got an appointment with your broker? Tickets to the Commander's game? Your job is to sit on your ass and shuttle your<i>neighbors</i>back and forth as much as they need to be shuttled."<br/><br/>He saw Dan in the corner of his eye palming the stock of his sidearm.<i>'Good man,'</i>Rebel thought. He only wished he had checked out his own weapon this morning instead of going straight to the lodge.<br/><br/>Glancing back at the siblings, he continued. "I know you want to help. Just like on an airplane, you can't help others until you help yourself. Go pack for this. We'll spread the word to the others to wait outside the gate and travel in groups. Those of us who are on outside patrol today can make sure you get to some sites we know are safer for the night."