[b]Zoe and Andrew - The Road - Scouts/Danny/Alex[/b]

 Andrew took was relieved when the men seemed to relax a little. "What do we get in return?" He repeated. "Well..." He said, searching for an answer. "Well, I do believe there's some truth in the saying 'Strength in Numbers'. We've been alone for almost 4 months - Just me and my wife, and I've been wanting to try and find a larger group." Andrew shrugged, not exactly sure what else to say. 

"I mean - If you wanted to kill us, we'd be dead already... And you were right - I'm not dumb enough to threaten a truck full of men." Boldly, he stepped forward and crossed half the distance between him and the guy. 

"We're just offering our help - you don't have to accept." He extended his hand, hoping the guy would cross the distance left and take their offer. "I'm Andrew; this is my wife, Zoe."

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

Emma handed the gun over to Enrique, watching as he undid the clip. She pondered the name "Sylar", as he spoke like she should know who he was. She found herself searching the Myriad of people she'd met in the last two months. Then she found it- Sylar from Outpost. She didn't know he was dead, but she guessed Enrique had taken great pleasure in ending his life.

She followed his instructions and went inside, finding Berkley. He met her eyes with a look of disgust, which only pleased Emma. 

"Enrique wants you to fill these clips up." She said dryly. He took the magazines from her hand and opened his bag, producing a box of shells. He slowly filled the ammunition, and practically threw the two clips back at her. As she turned around and left without word, he muttered, "Not a bad shot for a piece of Jailbait." 

His "compliment" threw her off-guard, and she was unsure how to respond. In turn, she didn't say anything, but rather walked away. When she found Enrique she sat the gun - [i]La Pistola[/i] - on the table. "Now what?" She asked, blandly.



[b]Abram - Baton Rogue - Sam[/b]

The man listened as Samantha spoke. "Training... wasn't as much of an impact on me as the experiences I've had. I joined the US Army at 21, and ended up spending time as a Military Cop, a Grunt soldier, then later as a special forces operative." 

"I served 6 tours - 2 in Iraq, 4 in Afghanistan." He said, slightly nostalgic. "Yes, Jess and I were in a group... we've only been on our own for about a week now. The group's leader - One of the soldiers under me in my squad, and my best friend - was shot and killed. The other 4 in my squad were also murdered about two weeks after the outbreak. In the group, Daniel - the leader - had a 14 year old sister who was there too, watchin' him die... She left the place almost a month before I did, with a young girl about your age and a boy her age. 

"Jess and I left because we've been trying to find our friend, Floyd." He glanced at her. "But, don't think that just because we're newly acquainted that I'll double-cross you. Besides, I'm 43. You're - What? - 23, 24 years old? You could outrun me without a problem." 

"I promise you that you can trust me as long as you don't give me a reason to not trust you." He smirked a little bit. "I was a sniper for almost 12 years- If I wanted to kill you, I would have shot you by now."