<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><span style="font-size: 15px">Maggie stood there as the gate opened a few inches, and she walked out of Alexandria, with the gate quickly closing behind her, as she went to meet the people in the car. She had a shotgun in her hands, and kept it at the ready in case she needed to use it. She made her way carefully and slowly from the gate to the car, and once she was near the car she said, "Toss your weapons out of the car window. Then the driver, put your hands on the wheel. As for the passenger, keep your hands in the air where I can see them."<br/>
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"Once you've both done all of that, state your names and what business you have here. And if you try anything funny, or I don't like your answer, the people on the gate have orders to shoot you without hesitation, and they will." She levelled her shotgun on the driver, even as her eyes flicked back and forth between both the driver and the passenger, as she tried to gauge what they wanted, and to see if there were any signs of if these people would be trouble.<br/>
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Alicia removed a few of the knives from her body, </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 255, 153)"><span style="font-size: 15px">but not all of them. She damn well refused to let them be completely defenseless against these people if they turned out to be dangerous. There was no way in hell that she was going to put their lives at risk. With one of her hands still in the air, she removed a few of the knives from her body, and carefully tossed them out of the window. When she had tossed as many weapons as she was going to, she raised both of her hands back into the air and quickly answered the other woman's question before Bellamy could, not giving them their last names.</span></span><br/>
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"My name is Alicia, and this is Bellamy. We've come from Washington and we're looking for Bellamy's younger sister, Octavia. Okay, listen... I'm going to pull out a picture of Bellamy's sister, so that I can show it to you. Don't shoot, okay?" When she saw the other woman reluctantly nod, she leaned forward and opened the glove compartment. From there, she pulled out a picture that showed Octavia and Bellamy hugging and teasing each other, that Bellamy had retrieved, among others, from his old college dorm a while ago. <br/>
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There were many other pictures that were packed up. Pictures of Octavia and Bellamy, of the siblings with all of their friends. But at the moment, those other pictures didn't matter. She plucked the picture of the siblings out, and leaned across Bellamy to hand it to the other woman. "That's Bellamy and his sister, Octavia. We're trying to find her, and make sure she's okay. We went back to Bellamy's old college dorm from before.. And, we found a message and a map from Octavia, that told us to come here when we wanted to find her, and their other friends." She explained quietly, and then watched as the other woman looked the picture over and then read the words on the back. </span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 255, 153)"><span style="font-family:James Fajardo"><span style="font-size: 26px">O, I love you. You're the best thing I've ever done. - Bell</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><span style="font-size: 15px">Alicia was relieved when she watched the other woman lower her weapon for a moment, and pull a walkie talkie from her pocket and quickly speak into it. Her jaw dropped several minutes later, when the gate opened again and a young woman walked out. "Bellamy, look, it's Octavia..." She whispered, but kept her hands up.<br/>
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Octavia had only a knife on her as she exited Alexandria and approached the car. She could tell, even from the gate.. That her brother was there. She approached the car,  and Maggie, and stood beside the other brunette, and looked into the car's window. Then, she leaned into the window, and grabbed the keys, turning off the car and removing them from the ignition, before backing out of the window. "You can both put your hands down for now. Get out of the car, slowly, and rest your hands on the hood of the car, both of you."<br/>
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"If you don't follow these instructions, you will be shot. You are going to be patted down and searched, and any weapons we find on you will be removed. And if we decide that you're not a threat, you will get them back when you leave. Now, get out of the car.." She repeated and then she and Maggie both stepped back a little, to give Bellamy enough room for him to exit the car. "Can't take any chances here."</span></span></span>