[b]Reggie - Outpost - Sylar/Enrique[/b] The man let out a deep breath and put his hands on his hips. Sylar wasn't entirely wrong about Thomas, in fact it was a feeling both Reggie and some of his men had felt about Thomas. Even without Sylar's suggestion, this was an idea Reggie had already considered. "... I'm giving it to somebody I trust. We can't say we exactly trust Thomas, can we?" Besides that, to keep Thomas away now would be saying the probation period didn't work as well as intended. Reggie had no intention of acknowledging that. "I don't think his men would appreciate jerking around their friend either. No, it's best to keep Thomas close so I can keep an eye on him." He looked away, his eyes on Enrique and the gaggle of recruits around him. "Though I can't imagine why Thomas would be interested in those language classes. Just what was Myriah thinking..." He looked down and shook his head before returning his gaze toward Sylar. "Take whatever you think you need before you go. That hotel's stocked pretty well but lacking in weaponry." Now distracted by Enrique, Reggie left Sylar to approach the Puerto Rican. Reggie grimaced at the sight of the cigarette in his hand. "You should know I'm not a fan of... [i]vices[/i]," Reggie said, his face stern. "You drink on your own time. As for the smoking... well, those just kill you." Before Reggie could press the issue further, he was approached by one of the new recruits. "Reggie, sir, sir." The recruit - a male in his early twenties - saluted eagerly, as if that was standard practice for the scouts. When Reggie only stared, the recruit lowered his arm and shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "It's... an honor. Your scouts brought me in only a week ago, but I-- Well, you're awesome, man." Reggie was used to praise, but not so directly. "... Thank you. Good to see you've joined us." "Yeah, I..." The recruit leaned forward slightly and nodded. "I'm... Adam. If you forgot my name... sir." Adam seemed slightly frightened of him, Reggie realized. At least he had the balls to come forward. "Okay, Adam. You should go back with the others." The boy stepped away eagerly, almost tripping over himself. Reggie then turned back to Enrique with a bored expression. "So?" --- [b]Shannon - Haywood - Daniel/Katie[/b] She walked in silence. It felt like a living nightmare, one beyond the one she had lived for the last half a year. Dozens of people had been slaughtered today, and yet she was still alive. Over and [i]over[/i] again it kept happening. How long would it be before Shannon stopped being a survivor? She didn't even know what she had done to deserve survival. Both Danny and Lexi had been stronger than her-- No, more than that, [i]so many[/i] people in Haywood had been stronger than her. How could she still be alive, just some weak girl with her arm in a sling. Perhaps [i]living[/i] was the punishment. It certainly felt like Hell right now. She kept James close to her side, thankful that he had survived. She had tried to hold Valentina's hand, but the girl had gone into a catatonic state of sorts. The poor thing walked slowly behind the others, unwilling to let any of them touch her. It was an unsettling sight to see. Whatever horrors had given the little girl her scars was undoubtedly preying on her mind now. "Are... we safe now?" James asked. He looked up at her with an expression Shannon didn't expect. She knew he was one to get scared, but he looked strangely calm now. It was an unpleasant thought, but perhaps James was becoming used to all this. Shannon didn't hesitate in uttering a "yeah", even if she wasn't quite sure herself. She then eyed the back of Daniel's head and moved ahead to walk beside him. "... Hey," she mumbled, her eyes lingering on the sight of Katie in his arms. Shannon felt an incredible amount of empathy for the girl. She knew first hand how awful it felt to be shot. Could a girl so young survive that? "Daniel, we... need to talk. Me, you, Amy..." She looked around briefly, trying to decide who she was closest with amongst the survivors. "... And Emma. As soon as possible." --- [b]Lauren - Haywood - Riley[/b] In the chaos that followed her waking, Lauren had managed to snap to her senses slightly. Her head still felt cloudy and her body wracked with pain, but at least she was able to form thoughts now. She had been in too much in a stupor to say much to Katie in the office, but the sight of the girl being carried by Haywood's mayor was grabbing her attention. Katie had been shot at some point, as far as Lauren could tell. The thought that she had brought this girl into another dangerous environment made Lauren sick to her stomach and she had to resist the urge to throw up. Or maybe it was the headache causing her nausea. She nudged the man supporting her - Riley, the doctor - and nodded toward Daniel. "I want to talk to Katie," she said. It surprised her to hear herself speak so quietly. She had intended to speak louder than that. "Please, I just--" But a sudden shattering thought entered Lauren's head, one that brought her hurdling back to Earth. "Where's my-- Where's Bull?" She lifted her head slightly and tried to shake off her exhaustion. How could she have forgotten about him? God, what was [i]wrong[/i] with her? "Is he still locked up? You have to [i]let him out.[/i]"