[b]Bex - The Pub - Sylar/Meghan[/b]

Bex sat in the bed next to Ben's, his arms crossed and his eyes examining the deceased boy. Luke had been the one to make sure he wouldn't turn. Ben had been young-- about as young as the girls that had been delivered by Haywood. Bex couldn't fathom what kind of future awaited them when it felt like the younger generation was the one dying out first. Perhaps no future awaited them at all and that all they were doing was biding their time until the entire human race was extinct. In a twisted way, that had been what Tyler wanted to avoid, but even Tyler's hopes for the future were dashed the day Haywood attacked.

Bex wasn't sure what was up with Haywood, anyway. Clearly the people found out what their leader was doing and retaliated, but Haywood had been drunk on revenge, the attack having been little more than a slaughter. Very few of the captured women had been saved. They and the children they carried were reduced to little more than walker food. It seemed to Bex that if Tyler was evil, then so was Haywood, no matter who had taken over as leader. He could only hope that the girl, Emma, had found herself a better place than that.

A gunshot from down the hall snapped Bex to attention. He looked over at Luke, who gave him a side-eye look in return. They both knew the obvious had happened. Bex was about to ask if they should check it out when-- [i]SLAM![/I] --a man burst into the room carrying a younger girl. "Sylar-" Luke began, but he was interrupted as the man suddenly spilled forth panicked words.

"I need your help," the man, Sylar, said. "I don't know what to do." Then he turned and brought the girl into another room, Luke and Bex deciding to follow after him. "Please, don't let her die..."

Luke stepped into the room and gave the girl a quick look over. "You know we don't have a doctor. We'll try our best for Meghan, but..."

Bex crossed his arms. "No doctor? But what if any of you got hurt? Look what happened today."

Luke looked frustrated as he rubbed at his forehead. "We had a guy, but he died recently. I just... I'll tell Reggie what's happened." With that, Luke left to head down the hall.

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[b]Rudy - The Pub - Enrique/Sylar/Meghan[/b]

Thomas wiped at his eyes. "I'm sorry for getting emotional. It's just been [i]so[/i] hard since I lost her. I've done my best keeping it to myself, however..." Thomas stood up and let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry for stepping on your toes, Reggie. However you want to handle this gang, it's up to you." Rudy turned to look at Reggie, who had his eyes closed for whatever reason. Perhaps he hadn't liked the sight of Thomas crying.

"These men should be dealt with, but not out of revenge. They present a threat for future scouting missions and we can not tolerate that. Besides, they may find out what we've done and where we come from. Then they become a threat to Outpost." Reggie opened his eyes and looked around the room, his eyes eventually focusing on Enrique. "What we'll do is head back to Outpost tomorrow and come up with a plan of action. We need to gather our new recruits and train them. I'd like to have you three as well, as you have proved to me today you are competent men."

Thomas smiled at this and held out his hand. "Thank you, Reggie. I'd love to join and I'm sure my boys would as well. Isn't that right, Enrique?" Reggie shook Thomas' hand in return. [i]Great[/i]. Rudy wasn't sure he liked the idea of Enrique joining. The guy was an asshole, Rudy just knew it.

Luke stepped into the room then, paying little attention to the dead man on the floor. "Reggie, we have another issue." He pulled Reggie outside and the other men followed after them, no one wanting to stand around the dead body. Rudy watched Luke whisper into Reggie's ear, but the sight of Sylar at the end of the hall caught his attention... He was distraught, to say the least.

"Phon, come with me," Reggie said, turning away from Luke. Without a word to anyone else, Reggie brought Phon to the room at the end of the hall. After a moment, Reggie stepped out and, upon seeing the look on Sylar's face, closed the door behind him. "Phon's the best we got for now. If he needs anything, he'll come tell us." Reggie then waved everyone into the kitchen. "Come on and sit down, everyone. We need to wait for Jerry and the others."

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[b]Myriah - Outpost/Counsellor Cottage - Matt[/b]

Myriah's smile wavered slightly, but she managed to keep it up nonetheless. When Matt was finished, she gestured for him to step into the next room. "Come sit down. I'm the only one in at the moment." The room was a recreation room of sorts, though clearly focused on more relaxed activities. Myriah sat down at a table with multiple chess boards left largely in disarray. To their left was a pair of bookcases, containing books from when the cottage was still a place for camp counsellors.

"I believe the system is working as intended," Myriah said evenly. "The council is intended so multiple people can give their personal perspectives, but we can't give everyone what they want. We can only do one thing at a time, Matt. The council needs to come to a majority occasionally so Outpost can keep running." Myriah placed her hands on the table and laced them together. Her smile broadened. "If one man happens to have a charming way with words, then that's how it is. Just be happy that he isn't our sole leader and that we even have a council at all."

Myriah didn't necessarily disagree with Matt, but she was largely content with how Outpost was run. Even if Reggie had ideas that clashed with her own, there was nothing that could be done if others happened to agree with him. She couldn't interfere with the system just to satisfy the desires of the few. That, to her, was ultimately wrong. Maybe it was a poor choice, but Myriah had always been content with her choices. "Maybe we should talk about the language lessons," she said. "Do you have a second language?"