[b][u]Henry[/b][/u]

 He didn't like empty buildings. There was just something eerily unnerving about them, something that just made him feel on edge. So even as everyone settled around the fire to rest, Henry did one last check around the place. He didn['t trust this building. In fact he held a dim view of buildings in general. It was hold to bear a grudge against brick and mortar, but there we are. After he was satisified there was definitely, maybe, probably not anyone else lurking around, Henry found himself a spot and joined the others. He swung the trsuty crowbar from his back, pulled down his mask and removed his tatty hat, before doing his usual routine of being very quiet and observing everyone else.

 Spirits seemed to be good, despite the hard day they'd just put in. Everyone was certainly hungry, and even Henry found his eyes straying to the cans of food more often than he'd like. Still, he stayed quiet and waited like a good man, listening to the others asking about Church. He felt their stalwart leader was perhaps feeling a bit worse for wear, but he didn't want to say anything. As for himself, well, he felt tired, terrified and pretty damn uncomfortable about going ground level. But there was no need to trouble the others with such unhelpful thoughts.

 No Henry. Just take hold of that crowbar and look threatening. That should do the trick.

[b][u]Dom[/b][/u]

 There was so much to consider and deliberate upon, yet so little time in which to make an educated decision. Dom disliked such instances, they annoyed him. He wished he could ignore the thoughts, yet talk of rebellion and overthrowing his old friend was simply unignoreable. But that wasn't what worried him more. No. What worried the Omega was the fact he hadn't told Cromwell about this. Had something along the same lines cropped up even a year ago he would not have hesitated to bring the plotters to swift justice. Things were different though, he didn't quite know what, he just knew it was...different. The night after he'd overheard Roark and his comrades discussing their ideas, Dom had gone to inform Cromwell, but he simply could not bring himself to knock the door. Why? What thoughts troubled him enough to cause such doubt? He needed more time to think.

 Dom finally finished applying the last bit of ointment to his face, to prevent irritation from his burns, before re-wrapping it in bandages and then placing his featureless whie mask on. Finally he could look at himself in the mirror again. He threw uphis hood and lastly placed his gloves on before exiting his own quarters, which were lavish in comparison to most others. He was up early, as was usual, and could already hear the howls of those accursed Alphas. Usually he avoided that place as best he could, but word had reached him that a certain Spanish fellow frequented the area. He wanted to go. He wanted to observer. He wanted to find out more about this would-be leader.

 And so he watched, well out of sight and notice, as Roark help a younger comrade to improve her skills in archery. His direction was impressive, and his compassion clear, though this could also be a downfall sometimes. Dom watched intently, picking out every part of their conversation. He stayed until Tabitha appeared on the scene and a number of jokes began to be passed back and forth. The jovial nature was good to see, and a little useful for grasping more of Roark's character, but he had lingered too long. Eventually, someone somewhere would notice his abscence and it would cause this big [i]thing[/i]. With a sigh he set off from his hiding place, cooly moving from the area and back into the mainstay of Omega HQ.

 Besides, he had to prepare. There was going to be an Elders meeting later, and he simply couldn't miss that.