<div style="text-align: center">《 Armando 》<br/>
<i>Location: Abendblume gates; outside<br/>
Addressing: Rebel, Dan, Kennedy</i>​</div><br/><br/>"Hale?" Armando said with a raised brow. "No, it's not that I don't believe you. I just wasn't sure if you were taking it upon yourself." His real surprise was that Hale had given permission. That made it more simple though. It wasn't the plan Armando had suggested about training people up, but it was better than the chaos things had dissolved into. Most had taken off, two or three hadn't left at all yet, but these handful of people were sticking together and waiting to reach the camp with whatever assurances Rebel had given them.<br/><br/>"Which camp?" Armando asked, looking at those that remained. The trek would be rough on some of them without the dangers involved. "We can use the wagon for those that can't do the walk." He'd stepped down from the carriage, opening a seat to grab boots for the horses. The rubber soles helped to keep them quiet, versus traditional metal shoes or even the sound of hoofwall hitting the ground. They were dinner plate size to accommodate the massive draft horse, and Armando pulled up each foot by the plume of feathering, laying the leg on his knee as he adjusted velcro straps. He did that for all four hooves, then signaled Rebel and Dan to him. He needed to be caught up on what they were doing. Armando's job was typically behind Abendblume's gate, so he was making it clear that he was at their disposal to follow their orders.<br/><br/>He considered his options, looking over to Kennedy. If he needed the weapon Armando had given him and Rebel and Dan drew their own conclusions, it would look worse for him. He decided to just be honest, and to hope they were going out of their way for the same reasons that he was. God forbid they shot Kennedy because he surprised them.<br/><br/>"I'm going to have to write up a report when I get back. Do me a favor and don't contradict me when I say I had to burn 30 rounds into a herd of necros." He'd have to come up with something to cover his ass about the missing gun. "I didn't want them leaving without some means to protect themselves. Kennedy seemed the most capable, so I gave him Lloyd's gun that I'd picked up." Lloyd, the man that had shot Brian. "I didn't want that to come as a surprise," Armando explained. "That said, I'm going to be of limited use if a herd comes up on us. Is there anything I should know?" An exchange of useful information that would hopefully help them conduct their mission without incident (or the loss of more ammunition).<br/><br/>After speaking with them, Armando made his way to Kennedy as the others were loading up those that needed the extra help getting to the river camp, along with bags that could be tucked under their feet or held in laps.<br/><br/>"Up to you what condition you want to carry in, but I would take that time to made a decision now and familiarize yourself with the weapon and load it if you want to. I've informed them," he motioned towards Dan and Rebel, "and since we're not behind Abendblume's wall's any longer, you do what you feel like you need to do," Armando made clear. Now the real danger began. "We can handle most things without drawing attention, but be prepared for the unexpected."