[b]Reggie - Outpost - Enrique[/b]

"I give that gang a week before they attack the hotel. Soon after that, they'll be coming after Outpost." There was no doubt in Reggie's mind that the Art Museum gang would retaliate. Men like them, they didn't take attacks on their own lightly. Reggie had to admit they were a lot like him, in that regard. "We need to strike first."

Reggie turned back around and scrutinized the new cigarette Enrique had pulled out. "And beyond that, we have a horde of biters coming our way in just a few weeks after that. We need to live through this hardship to fight in the next, do you understand? I'm counting on you to pull this off. I'll make sure you and your friends are well respected around here if you do."

Satisfied, Reggie turned to leave. He passed by Thomas who gave him a smile and a nod. Reggie gave him a nod in return and continued on his way. Behind him, he could hear Thomas speak to Enrique, "Hey, can we talk? I just..." And then Reggie was out of earshot.

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[b]Rudy - Outpost/Night Raid[/b]

[i]'Go,'[/i] Thomas signed, stepping away from the cabin door. Samantha nodded and began working at the lock with a nail file. Rudy hunched next to the wall in an attempt to hide himself, even though the people on the wall would probably spot them no matter how invisible he made himself. Hopefully the watchers would be focused looking outward for a few minutes, at least.

George moved to Samantha's side and asked, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"She needs to concentrate," Thomas said a bit harshly. "And don't talk." Looking embarrassed, George stepped away and Samantha continued as if she hadn't heard anything.

It was only the four of them searching the cabin, though Samantha had volunteered to stand watch directly outside the house. The other students were tasked with watching the surrounding perimeter for anyone walking by, but that was unlikely as it was frowned upon for anyone to be wandering about at night if they didn't have a job to do. Still, it was nice to have that extra security.

Samantha grunted excitedly and threw open the door. She dramatically bowed and gestured inside, making Rudy smile. Thomas then nodded and led the way inside, leaving Samantha to shut the door behind them.

Inside, Rudy paused to look over the interior. Even in the dim light from George's flashlight, Rudy could see that the cabin was rather sparse of personal effects. Not that it was easy to get a hold of decorative statues or whatever kind of shit people were into, but it was common for the scouts to pick up items that had no real use nowadays. Rudy himself had nabbed a couple of posters for his own cabin and a couple of video games that would probably never be played again. Still, Reggie's cabin contained nothing like that. In the low shelf beside the bed sat a couple of books that Thomas was quickly pouring over. On the desk was only a couple of pencils and some paper. It was all so [i]sparse[/i] and so utterly like Reggie.

"You sure Reggie won't be back soon?" George whispered into Rudy's ear, having apparently forgotten the plan to not talk for a second time. Rudy ignored him for a moment to pour over the papers on the desk. They were covered in rather ineligible words and large parts of them were scratched out. Rudy's heart skipped a beat in dread at the idea of having possibly found evidence, but he soon realized that the papers simply detailed a schedule for the scouts. Like Rudy had known, Reggie had tonight scheduled as clean up for the surrounding forest.

"I'm sure," Rudy finally replied. "Reggie doesn't like sending any of the scouts out at night without him." George nodded and began looking over the papers himself, though Rudy could see the unease in the guy's brow.

Thomas then waved them over and pointed at a book in his hands. [i]'Found something,'[/i] he signed and handed the book over to Rudy. Licking at his lips, Rudy opened the book to the first page, but found only a blank page. George then joined him and hovered over his shoulder as he began to flip through the pages. [i]November 6th[/i] one page finally said, almost making Rudy laugh to himself. It was a fucking journal.

Rudy quickly closed the book and handed it back to Thomas, who nodded and pointed back outside. Opening the door, the trio were surprised to find Samantha missing. George raised a hand to call out, but Thomas punched him in the shoulder before he could make a sound. [i]Go,[/i] he signed, and nodded toward the administrative building. They had to contact Matt straight away. That had been the plan, after all. Rudy was concerned about Samantha, but they would have heard something if she had been caught, right?

There was no time to think on it, as Thomas was already sprinting away.

***

In the administrative building, George grabbed Rudy by the arm to stop him. "What are we doing?" he asked, clearly panicked. "What about Sam? And-And that journal... Reggie's going to know it's missing." Rudy blinked and turned toward Thomas, who only started back. It seemed George couldn't stand the silence as he soon added a voice-cracking "Well?".

Thomas shook his head. "I don't know where Sam is, but that doesn't matter right now. We found something in there, at least. And it wasn't like we could sit there and read the whole thing. We had to take it."

"He's right," Rudy said. "Fuck, come on, George. You need to cool it. If Sam was caught they wouldn't have left the fucking cabin she was guarding alone. Don't be an idiot."

It took a second for George to register what they had said, apparently, as there was a delay before his face turned crimson. "I'm going to look for her," he said, his voice indignant. He let go of Rudy's arm and left, practically stomping.

"Whatever," Rudy muttered, continuing ahead. Storming off in the dead of night was only going to make them getting caught more likely, but there was nothing they could do short of tying George up, but who knows what he would have done then. The last thing they needed was for someone to rat them out.

As Rudy opened up the journal to read it as he walked, Thomas caught up to him. "Kind of funny if you ask me," he said.

Distracted by the book, Rudy took a moment to respond. He was flipping through the pages to find the date of the mutiny. "What?"

"Has anyone told you you're kind of rude, Rudy?"

"... Oh, fuck off."

"I mean-"

Rudy shook his head and chuckled. "It's a nickname. Myriah thought it was funny." [i]November 7th... November 12th... October 23rd?[/i] Strangely, the entries in the journal seemed to be mixed up, and some of them appeared to be written with much different writing implements.

"So, Rudy's not your real name?" Thomas asked, his brow raising. "What is it, then?"

While the disorganized dating wasn't out of the question for most journals, it seemed a really odd thing for [i]Reggie[/i] of all people to be doing. "I don't really give it out nowadays. You could buy me dinner first, at least." Rudy looked toward Thomas with a smirk. The man only shook his head in response, but Rudy saw the slight amusement in his eyes.

They reached the office and found it unlocked like Matt had promised. They went to one of the unused cubby holes that had once upon a time been reserved for camp counselors, but now were being used by the council members. Rudy and Thomas were to leave a note of their success and leaving it in Matt's cubby would only lead to issues if someone else happened to pick it up for whatever reason. "I should hold on to the book for tonight," Thomas said as Rudy was placing the note.

"Why?" Rudy asked, stepping away from the cubbies.

"I'm new here, so I have less to lose, I think."

"I don't think so, dude. I have friends around here who can vouch for me. You? Not so much." Rudy crossed his arms and watched as Thomas seemed to think it over. He looked away momentarily and Rudy was worried he was going to argue. "I mean it, I'd be fine, really."

"... Hm. Okay. You're right." Thomas smiled and Rudy found himself smiling back. At least someone listened to reason, unlike Thomas' moron friend, Enrique.

"I'll get this to my cabin. I got a good hiding place in mind... Under a few magazines I picked up out scouting. No one in my cabin would dare touch those." Thomas looked at him in confusion and Rudy laughed. "Never mind."

"Sure. Thanks, Peter." Thomas smirked.

Peter? Fuck, that was way off. "Was that a guess?"

"Did I get it?"

"Hell no. Now you only get two more guesses."

"Fine with me."

It wasn't long after that the two went their separate ways for the night.