[b]Danny - New Orleans - Scouts/Alex/Cody[/b]

"Why would I know what Matt gets up to?" Danny asked in response. He wasn't expecting anyone to speak with him before the mission started, especially not Aoife. Though they had both been a part of the scouts for a while, neither of them had often spoken to each other. Danny figured he gave out some sort of vibe, which he was sure he did, and he wasn't so great at speaking with people who he perceived to have an issue with him. "I'm not his friend, if that's what you were thinking." He tried not to make it sound mean. He even relented on the swearing, yet he couldn't relent on the coldness in his voice. After what Myriah had told him, Danny wanted nothing to do with Matt. Unfortunately, Danny couldn't openly acknowledge this, or Matt might catch on that Myriah told him. "Look, he just gets busy because of the council. Even Myriah sometimes disappears for a while when she gets busy."

He quickly left Aoife so that she couldn't ask further questions. No wonder he wasn't friends with anyone. Quickly, he fell in with the scouts talking to Sylar, who was discussing the group layout for the day. All Danny really wanted was to take his mind off of all the bullshit in his life these days, and a mission was just the thing he needed.

***

It had rained all throughout the night, but the morning had been dry, giving the scouts the impression that their day would be relatively clear of bad weather. Though the clouds turned more grey as the morning progressed, the winds didn't pick up in turn until both scouting groups were well into New Orleans. Danny and his group had left their car behind in order to commence their search on foot, leaving Cody behind to keep an eye on the vehicle. From there, the group proceeded routinely with a search of the entire street, searching each building and house for whatever supplies they deemed to be useful.

The wind picked up as they worked, slowly beginning to bend trees and blow away the garbage that always seemed to litter the post-apocalyptic world. The rain started up again as well, and when Danny looked outside to find the sky turning a sickly green color, he knew that they would have to cut their run short. He turned to the scout currently helping him clear the room, Alex, and pointed out the window. "Got real fuckin' bad real quickly. Take what you got back to the car and I'll go get the others." He nodded to Alex and grunted as he lifted his bag over his shoulder. He left the house to check out next door when a gust of wind nearly knocked him off his feet. He swore under his breath and ran across the lawn, his feet almost tripping over the grass that hadn't been cut in ages.

Bursting open the front door, his body already soaking wet, Danny yelled into the house. "Chris! Jamie! Get the hell down here! We gotta get going!" When no response came immediately, Danny let out a shaky breath and took a few steps outside. The wind caused the door behind him to slam violently into the wall, making him jump. "Shit!" This finally got the two men to come downstairs and stare at him quizzically. He pointed outside, giving them an annoyed look. "You're not fucking blind, are you? We have to get going."

Chris looked at Jamie, before shrugging. "I think we should stay inside then, Rudy. What's the point if we-"

Danny interrupted him with an annoyed grunt. "Then we don't know how long we'll be here. I'm not fucking staying here all night. We have to--" Another burst of wind entered through the front door, slamming the door against the wall once again. Rolling his eyes, Danny directed the pair outside to meet Alex. That was when they saw a small group of biters making their way from the end of the street in the direction of the car. They seemed unhindered by the gushing rain and billowing wind. Danny turned to Alex, who was outside of the house now. "We can't possibly take them out in this!" he yelled over the wind. "You take Chris and I'll take Jamie! We each go opposite sides of them and divide their attention!"