[center][color=lightcoral][h1]3[/h1][/color] [hr][hr] [img]https://deadorkicking.com/wp-content/uploads/featured-img/d/dean-fertita.jpg[/img] [hr][hr] [/center] Three gathered the rest of his gear, either putting it on his backpack or on his belt. He took a gander at what the store room had to offer He didn't find much at all. He didn't look to hard though, because he heard the others talking about whether or not they'd kill the people who had apparently freed them. He walked out of the aisle he was checking, and looked at the others as if they were delusional. All of them seemed off about this in some way. Nine and Eleven seemed overaggressive. Two would allow them to run free, and Ten was going off a gut instinct. He had to give it to him though, it was the best idea of the three. Leaning on his Bow, he cautiously laid out these words, [color=lightcoral]"Surely if we were going to kill them we'd discuss it outside of their earshot? Just a thought... I'd rather not have a bullet in me."[/color]. [color=lightcoral]"As for the vote... Subdue and search them all. After that we can decide."[/color]. An odd knowledge popped into his head, leaving him both disturbed and in almost overwhelming anticipation. As with everything, he had no idea how he knew this. It was by far the most juicy thing to cross his mind so far though. A grimace split his now darkened face. [color=lightcoral]"And I can try and get them to talk about this Dark Anarchy shit. You'd like to join in, Eleven. Killing them is pointless so long as they know things."[/color]. At first he hadn't known why he'd been opposed to the idea of killing them, but as he uttered those last words it dawned on him. They knew things that could offer insight. It would be purely wasteful to rid the world of knowledge like that.