[b]Abram - Baton Rogue[/b]

As Samantha left the room to speak with Turisa, Abram turned to Leah, who was finishing off a can of beans. "You're alright that we leave for a while and you stay with Jess and Turisa?" He asked, and she nodded in return.

"Yes, sir." 

"Respectful - I like it." He smirked. "Could you do me a favor and explain the situation to Jess when she wakes up?" Another nod. "Good kid." 

"Mr. Abram?" Leah questioned.

"Hm?" 

"How... How do you know you can trust them - or even me for that matter?" 

Abram stopped at the question, allowing it a bit of thought. "Well, Leah, when you've been on the earth for Forty-Four years, you generally pick up a few things about people and can usually judge people's character rather easily. Also, I spent 8 years as a military cop, so reading people was my job." He laughed lightly. "Were you paying attention on our way into the neighborhood?" He asked. A third nod. "If something happens while Samantha and I are gone, I'd like you, Turisa, and Jess to try and make your way towards the gas station right off the exit. Do you remember where that is?"

"Yes, sir." 

"If we come back and you girls are gone, we'll meet you at the station. Tell the other two when they come down." He instructed, warranting a fourth and final nod from Leah. He had a good feeling about this girl. She was calm and level headed and seemed like she could handle herself decent enough. 

When Samantha returned, he smiled to Leah then left to pack his bag. Abram received a Quarterback-worthy throw from Sam and clasped his fingers around the keys. When they were on the road, Sam informed him of their need for fuel, to which he nodded. "I'd noticed that too. I told Leah to rendezvous at the gas station if something went wrong, so I think we should stop there on our way back. I'm hoping we can get our hands on a pump of some kind to get the gas from the station's reservoir. I hate siphoning from cars."


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[b]Emma - The B&B - Enrique/Trey/The Pack[/b]

Emma woke with a small headache, rubbing her temple gently. She reminded herself of her predicament and surroundings as she slid her feet off the bed. It was slightly chilly, as the hotel's electricity was faulty and the heating system was down. She thanked God that the blanket and comforter on the beds were thick. 

A knock resounded on her door, followed by Trey's voice. "You decent, kid-" Before he could finish or she could respond, Enrique opened the door. He marched towards her, producing her pistol. In fear that she was about to be shot, she flinched and jumped back. To her relief, he threw the gun onto the bed. 

[b]"You're coming with me,"[/b] He said, as if he was going to continue. However, he didn't, but rather walked out of the room, silently beckoning her to come. She was unsure of his intention - For one, she thought him crazy. He'd given her a loaded pistol and not bothered to threaten her away from firing it at him or Trey. 

While the thought half-crossed her mind, she thought it best not to act rashly, if she fired at one of them, the other would retaliate quickly. She picked up the pistol, and inspected it - It was a common gun; nothing special. She dropped the magazine, checked that it was full, and slid it back in. She glanced up and saw that Trey's brow rose as she chambered the first round of the clip, then tucked it into her waistband. She picked up her jacket and zipped it to her chest. 

Trey regarded her warily, seemingly surprised that she was acquainted with pistols. She walked past him and met Enrique at the doorway outside.