[b]Reggie - New Orleans - Hazel[/b] Reggie held the radio to his ear, though his eyes were squarely on the man named Thomas. He watched the man laugh uproariously, apparently finding a joke Phon said to be incredibly funny. Thomas was the man Reggie had been the most concerned about. He was very different from his two companions. The man named Bex had a strange intensity about him and was prone to long stretches of silence. He was always looking around, sizing the other men up... but that was normal. Enrique was also a quiet man, but more obvious in his actions. Reggie doubted the man trusted any of them at all. If it wasn't for Thomas, Enrique probably wouldn't be on this mission. Thomas was much more agreeable than the other two. He smiled often and enjoyed conversation. He made jokes on occasion and went out of his way to be courteous. This behavior seemed fine at first, but after watching Thomas closely for most of the day, Reggie had found it unsettling. This wasn't the world as it was before and everyone now had baggage. Whether or not they had baggage before the apocalypse, they undoubtedly had it now. Thomas tried to hide his baggage-- and he did it very well. Reggie knew that the man had issues somewhere buried deep within him, but he just couldn't figure the man out as his facade of niceties was impenetrable. Reggie didn't like not being able to read someone. "The girl wants to speak with you, Reggie." Reggie blinked, slightly surprised by Luke's voice in his head. He had forgotten he was even holding the radio. "Hand it to her, then," he said after he collected himself. He heard silence for a moment, but then a blast of static and the muffled sounds of Luke giving the girl the radio. Before she could speak, Reggie cleared his throat. "I hear your name is Hazel," he said. "My name is Reggie. I am the leader of Outpost's scouting team. You wanted to speak with me?" --- [b]Rudy - New Orleans/Near The Pub - Ben/Simon/Enrique/Nicolas[/b] Having been relayed the location of the hotel by Luke, Rudy and his team had begun a watch on the location from across the street. They were to look out for any suspicious activity until they were given permission to head inside, but that was proving to be a very boring task. That was until Ben spotted a male heading toward the hotel. "He's listening at the wall," said Ben, peering out a convenience store window. Rudy came up behind him and looked through his binoculars. "Yep, doesn't seem like he's been near the place before," Rudy said. With his binoculars, he could see that the guy was about his age. Maybe a bit older, but that could have been due to his height. Rudy had never been called a tall guy. Simon came up behind him and said, "He could be waiting for a signal. There might be an ambush." Rudy shook his head. He watched the guy then proceed to go for the door. "He's fucking heading in already. He's by himself, so I doubt he's looking to attack Luke. Let's just wait and see." Simon grumbled and moved back to where Enrique was standing. He leaned back on one of the store racks, his eyes squinting in the direction of the window. Rudy rolled his eyes and continued to observe through the binoculars. --- [b]Bull - Cells - Robert[/b] Bull's body had gone numb. He could barely move in the position he was in and his own weight assured that any movement he could make was minimal. He was also sick to his stomach from hunger and doubted that he would be fed anytime soon. These men would look at him and ask themselves, "Why should we bother to keep this guy fed?" Even before people started coming back from the dead, Bull had always been called fat. He had been known for little more than being a shy fat kid in school and it had been some of the worst years of his life. As he got older, he managed to pack on muscle and grow a beard, so he could at least intimidate the people who chose to judge him. Still, he knew people thought of him as fat, no matter how much of it he managed to turn into muscle. Now here he was, in a position that felt extremely foreign to Bull. It was not unlike his days as an awkward child, he realized. He remembered feeling like a prisoner then too, except the prison then was no more than his own body. He thought of Lauren constantly. She had been his everything since he met her months ago. He had never been married and had thought the idea incredibly dull, but Lauren was a girl he could see himself marrying. Of course it was a shame he had to meet her after the world had turned to hell, but Bull knew he always had shit luck. When the man entered Bull's cell, he still thought of Lauren. Bull paid no attention to the man, even as he pulled up a chair and played tauntingly with a crowbar. He heard the man speak, but it almost felt like he was miles away. Bull knew he had to answer, for otherwise this man would kill him, and Bull desperately did not want to die. He had to live, so he could spend the rest of his days with the woman he loved. "There was a slaughter in those catacombs," Bull said, making an effort to look his interrogator in the eyes. "What makes you think Tyler walked out of that alive?" Bull had known Tyler for quite some time. He didn't believe at all that Tyler had died that day, but he couldn't quite fathom why this man was so sure of that as well.