[center][b][i]Sam Fisher[/i][/b][/center]

	Sam's question hung in the air, unanswered. It seemed multiple members from both sides had intentions much like his own, and many mumbled questions all at once. The result was that nobody got an answer, instead realizing their mistake and opting to study each other, waiting for somebody to make a move. The man who looked like a doctor was a middle aged man, lanky, and seemed to be slightly overwhelmed, even prior to their meeting. The woman with him appeared to be a doctor as well, a pretty woman whose purple hair was now a mess from helping carry the Regime agent between them. At first glance the Regime uniform disturbed Sam, but upon further inspection he noticed that the uniform was in very rough condition. The Regime had strict standards on uniforms, and this one surely would not meet their requirements. It was Shadow Division garb like Sam had seen many times before, but if he wasnt mistaken this particular uniform was also out of date. The Shadow operatives he had run into as of late wore a different variation of this one. The gears in his head continued to turn, but thankfully just as the silence was becoming unbearably awkward, more tremors shook the ground beneath them, although these were considerably less violent than the ones before. With them, Sam and many of the members were able to hone in on the origin of them as smoke poured into the sky from the North. Sam's sense of urgency returned at the sight and he now turned to the doctors, demanding the stage the small alley served as. "My name is Sam Fisher. Im with the Rebellion. I need to know where that smoke is coming from. There could be injured people and pokemon that could use our help. Your soldier is injured, and we of the Rebellion refuse to attack a defenseless and unconscious man." Sam said defiantly, proud of who he was. He had acted fast, knowing full well that he was not only speaking for others, but speaking for perfect strangers. The way he saw it, you were either with the utter atrocity that was the Regime, or you were against them. Neutrality was merely cowardice. He was hoping to receive support, but stepped out on the ledge knowing full well he may do this alone. If that's the way it had to be, then so be it. He had Bo, and that was enough. He had spent years seeking the leaders of the Rebellion to the end of the country and back, to no avail. If they didnt exist, they did now. Sam would make sure of that. He spoke to the entire group now, "Anyone here who wants to come with me is welcome. I intend to help anyone still alive and do whatever I can to further damage the Regime. If anyone knows the way, feel free to lead." Sam said, opening his stance and gesturing his arm back towards the street. "Anyone who is with the Regime...leave now and no harm will come to you." Sam said, somewhat urging the last line out of his lungs. He was merciful to their pokemon, but admittedly struggled with the manner in which he usually dealt with Regime members. Letting them go was not something he did lightly, however he could potentially be severely outnumbered here, not knowing the true allegiance of those with him. He let the words ring through the empty alley, all too aware his hopes for the Rebellion now rested on the shoulders of a group of strangers in a small alleyway in New York City, so very far away from where his journey began.