[b]The Bull - Catacombs - Floyd & Katie[/b]

There was indeed a place to get cleaned up, and the Bull was happy to show the new guy around. Bull had taken a liking to the man, even if he seemed to be distant piece of work. They couldn't get running water into the catacombs, but kept water and soap in a few rooms close to the surface. "You ever have a sponge bath before?" Bull had asked, amusedly. "You get fuckin' used to it, so don't worry!" When they checked out the armory, Bull was quick to inform him that he would go weaponless for a little while. They had trust issues down here. Of course, the Bull laughed it off like it was nothing. Heck, maybe he'd share a little something with Floyd if the guy ever decided to open up.

Bull was on his way to showing Floyd where the supplies were kept when a little munchkin attacked Floyd's legs. It took Bull a moment to realize what was happening before he grabbed the man reaching for her. "The fuck are you doing?" he growled.

It was Harley, the rat-faced punk that pissed most everyone off half the time. Bull in particular wasn't very fond of the way he talked to Lauren. Harley was shaking now, his squinty little eyes looking every which way. "The little brat was sneaking around our supplies fucking sniffing around," he said.

Bull looked down at Katie, who had attached herself to Floyd's leg. She looked more angry than scared; She was certainly Tyler's daughter. Shaking his head, Bull said, "You're an idiot, you know that? You must not appreciate livin' that much if you're calling the boss' kid a brat." Harley didn't respond to this, so Bull turned toward Katie. "Lauren's supposed to be watching you..." He shook Harley. "You said this shit was stealing?"

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[b]Brad - The Deal[/b]

Brad was squirming in his seat. He was driving the truck full of supplies with Tyler in the passenger seat. Al and Gregory were in the bed of the truck with the supplies, ready to carry them over when the time came. Brad stole glances at his boss, who had his arm out the open window. He was smiling, something he didn't do so often as of late. "... How far along is this woman, then?" Brad asked.

Tyler stared out the open window. "They don't know for sure, but she's far. She could give birth in a month, maybe." In the silence that followed, Tyler began tapping on the side of the truck.

"... The hell?" Brad said, suddenly slowing the vehicle down. Haywood had blocked the road nowhere near the community's gates. Brad gritted his teeth. "What are they doing? That's not how this works. They--"

"Brad." Tyler leaned over and placed a hand on the man's arm. "Calm down."

Brad shrugged Tyler off. "They ask for triple and then they do this! It's bullshit!"

Tyler stared at him. "I need the woman." With that, Tyler stepped out of the truck. "You two stay back for second while we figure this out," he said to the pair in the back. Brad begrudgingly followed Tyler's lead and left the vehicle.

As Brad and Tyler stepped away from the truck, Brad couldn't contain his anger. "What's with this, huh? What's the fucking deal?!" he yelled.