Gabriel sauntered through the LAX, feeling all high and mighty. Inside, he was annoyed. This was delaying his plans. His father was back in Ohio, and Gabe was supposed to be on his way to kill him now. Well, life happens, it would have to wait. What he needed to do right now, was figure out what the hell was happening. The military was here, a shot was fired, anarchy was on it's way. Oh how he loved anarchy, the sound of chaos was music to his ears.

Something was bothering him, what was it? The noise! There was too much noise! He scowled slightly, and ducked into the women's bathroom without realizing, fumbling around in his pockets. After some struggling, he pulled out earbuds and his iPhone. Gabriel relaxed as Eine Kleine Nachtmusik Movement 1 played in his ears. He reached for the doorknob, and was surprised to see that it was locked. Gabe shrugged, and knocked, "is this occupied?" he called through the door. Taking out his earbuds, he placed his ear against the door. Gabriel heard the distinct bass of a male voice, and the higher pitch of a woman's voice. 'What the hell?' he thought to himself curiously. "Is everything okay in there?" he asked suspiciously, this wasn't some kind of rape scene right? Gabe grinned, maybe he would participate.... He loved the screaming, and seeing pain of people's faces.

(sorry, this post is shorter now because I had to edit it.....)

"Fantastic! Don't worry about the soldiers. They don't have gas masks. First things first, though, we need the stuff. I can handle the supply gathering, so there's no problems with that. I meed your help in spreading the chaos. Sound good? As soon as I leave, lock this door. Don't open it until I slide... uh... this Starbucks card under the door. Alright? Good. Be right back." Myztii had agreed without hesitation. She had stood and watched him leave.

As Joe left, Myztii took a moment to look out at the events taking place going on outside of their make shift bunker. She'd made sure to snatch up her camera and took a few pictures of what she saw while the door had been open. She even snapped a few of 'Todd', after all a girl needed all the insurance she could get.

Whilst she waited for her partner to return, Myztii paced. The heels of her boots clicked in an impatient rythem with each aggitated step. "I don't know what is happening... but I'm going to make it home to you, Grevin..." She whispered, more to herself than anything. She pulled her shades from her head and ran her hand through her hair a few times before using the glasses as a make shift headband for her bangs once more. "Shit is gonna get crazy... I just know it." She sighed.

After a short time, she froze mid-step looking to the door. She didn't hear anything but a slight shifting sound. Looking down she noticed the Starbucks card. "Todd's back!" she thought with a relieved sigh. Moving over to the door she quickly unlocked it and pushed the door open. She paused slightly startled as she looked to him.

"Oh wow, you look terrible!" Blushing she stepped to the side to let him in.. "Uh.. what I mean is what happened? Is your mouth okay?" She went to one of the sinks and ran cool water over some paper towels before walking over and gently pressing it to the swelling. Her eyes trailed to the blood on his shirt, her brow rasining in question as she noticed the swollen bag. "How was it? Did you find what we needed?"

Myztii looked shocked indeed as she swung open the bathroom door. "You look terrible!", she said. Joe responded by muttering,
"Thanks. Every girl wants to hear that."

Joe flipped the suitcase onto its back as Myztii massaged his swollen mouth, the red houndstooth pattern almost matching the quickly drying stains on his shirt. "I got... everything. Thanks, by the way. I mean it." His mind replayed the memory of kicking a captive insurgent almost to death with his Ranger comrades as he unloaded his loot. "Flash grenades, Tear gas canisters... I even got ahold of their guns. Here." He set a pistol and a baton onto the counter by the first sink. He tossed on his jacket, and hung two flashbangs and four gas canisters from his waistband. "You do the same. Go along the side of the terminal with the coffee shop. Yank the pin out, and roll them through the crowd. I'll do the same on the other side. Start with the gas. Get rid of them quickly, and get back here as soon as possible. As soon as possible."

Joe pulled on one of the guard's belts, and drew the handgun, before dropping the magazine, and examining it. Fully loaded, all ten rounds in place. He then stood up, and dropped his personal possessions back into his carry-on bag. He set this on top of a toilet tank, and locked the stall door, before dropping to his hands and knees, and sliding under the door. He zipped the red suitcase back up, and did the same with it. He then turned to Myztii, whilst zipping his jacket. "Are you ready? We can do this. We can... fix everything."

Joe checked the first page of a notepad from his back left pocket. The first page, its contents unbeknownst to any but himself, read:

"Operation Heroes of Consequence

Plan: Create a state of chaos and anarchy within the airport. Ensure that the airport empties as much as possible. If possible, coerce military personnel to fire at will.

Goal: Empty the airport, allowing for further development"

Harrison shoved pass the father, the daughter and the other younger man they were talking to, to get through to a sink. He placed his hands at the side of the sink and looks in the mirror. He received a glimpse of his reflection and the reflection of the other bathroom occupants before vomiting into the sink. It was a simple puking. The only thing coming out of his mouth was his breakfast and possibly part of his lunch. Harrison looked at the vomit and checked quickly for any abnormalities that could cause worry for him or panic for the ones around him. The spew in front of him was ironically healthy: green-yellow with hints of food but no blood, small organs or any unusual colors. He reached for a towel and wiped his mouth with it.

"Sorry you had to see that." Apologizes Harrison. They seem to be a little tense after seeing him vomit. "You can calm down, I'm not infected." He puts the towel back. "I just saw something that didn't exactly agree with my stomach." He then goes to the door and makes sure it is closed. If these two men and a girl can act calm when seeing some vomit in a quarantine zone then who knows what will happen if a panic-stricken stranger walks in and sees spew in the sink. For Harrison, it'll be a one way trip to see his brother.

"I have something to tell you both. I normally wouldn't say this to random strangers but you have a daughter..." He points to the father. "...and you are too young to die in this hellhole." He then points to the young-adult; looks 20, 21.

"This airport is not safe and we need to get out of here. I sneaked into one of the staff toilets for a private pis-I mean pee." He hesitates at piss when he realized a little girl was in the room. "In there I found one of the soldiers infected and vomiting violently in one of the stalls. When I went to check if he was ok, he tried to attack me. It was like watching a rabid dog hound after a fresh piece of meat. I have never seen anything like it. I managed to kill it-I mean him-I mean...I don't know the proper pronoun! When it was dead, I got out of there and came here to vomit." They continue to stare at him, maybe worried.

"If one of the soldiers was infected then that means the terminal is breached. I know this because I have been in quarantine zones, I'm a..teacher of biology." He hesitated. He was going to say doctor but he can't. It is a path he chooses not to go down again. He looks at the little girl. He hates confronting strangers but if he lets a father and a little girl die today because he didn't have the balls to warn them, then he wouldn't be able to live with that. Harrison is a father too. He understands paternal care.

"We need a way out of here." Harrison waits for a reply. They could help him to escape or report him for being 'mad'. He eagerly waits for a response.

After another brief discussion regarding the state of the area, Allen suggested that the two have a private conversation. While Allen looked around, Jay eyed the girl. Some kind of 'infection' was spreading and apparently the girl was infected. There was really nothing he could do other than wait to see what would happen. When Allen suggested heading to the bathroom, Jay agreed. The two approached and as they passed through the bathroom doors, a man bumped into them. "Watch it" Jay muttered under his breath. There could have been more people in the bathroom, but Jay paid no mind to them. His attention was focused on Allen, until the other man began vomiting in the sink. For about three minutes the man blabbered on about the infection spreading into the hospital, being attacked, and a breach. The spectacular discussion was ended with the idea of 'escaping' from the airport.

"Are you nuts?" Jay asked sarcastically. "It's a military quarantine out there and you're talking about leaving. Did you not hear the gunshot?" Jay asked, also sarcastic this time. "I'm no doctor, but I suggest you take a minute and get your breath. Plus, did you see how many soldiers were out there? How many cops? I'm sure we'll be fine and if something DOES happen, they'll move us somewhere safe while it is taken care of... it's their job isn't it...?" Jay finished. After finishing up his little retort to the man throwing up, he turned his attention to Allen. "What is it that you needed to talk about?" He asked. "If your daughter has been infected... or whatever it is, I'd suggest we keep the tone low" he said, his tone almost at a whisper.

Patiently waited for Jay to stroll inside the bathroom until the man who later ran in to him. "Watch yourself, buddy. Now's not the time to--" He was interrupted by the man violently vomiting in the bathroom sink. "That's... disgusting." He shook his head and focused back on the man who was now sounding like quite a loon with his talk of breaching the security of the airport to escape. "You're about an idiot... I agree that this little party they have going on here ain't the best, but it's all we've got right now." Allen scratched his neck as his gaze met Jay's. With a slight sigh, he began to confess why they were here in the first place.

"Caitlyn may be... infected. She was at her mother's house when this shit happened. I-I went to pick her up and she was there in the corner of the room. Her mom became one of those damned freaks and I guess she got a hold of her one good time on the ankle. She has a pretty nasty bite mark on her ankle, clearly human. A little bit of bleeding, but I'm not sure if the bite even has to sink in deep enough to bleed badly for this virus to get in your system. If anything happens to my daughter, I mean if the military try to kill her, they'll have to kill me first. Look, I guess I am asking for your help. Support me and my daughter if questions start arising about us." He sighed out, nearly giving a full speech in terms of non-stop talking. Allen began to slowly pace on the tile floor. He pointed to the man at the sink. "And you, if you say anything... ANYTHING... to those guys, I'll kill you. Do you understand me?"

Amidst the chaos, Werner took a moment to get his bearings. He crashed at the intersection of 14th St. and Colorado Avenue, one of the busier in town, and it was showing. Cars were already lining up in the streets due to the accident, some of the more daring drivers attempting to navigate around the collision in the intersection. From his rough calculations, he was only about a 13 minute walk from Santa Monica Autoworks, his intended destination, and Werner saw no reason to deviate from the course. Werner hastily left the intersection, leaving behind the few items within his totaled car. The miscellaneous possessions certainly weren’t worth risking his life for. As Werner headed east on the sidewalk, a horn cut through the deafening panic behind him, then metal crunching and glass shattering into dust. If he had been a minute too slow, that cluster of sounds would undoubtedly include his screams as a heavy bumper broke his body.

Once he was off the main road and onto 14th Street, traffic calmed down considerably, almost to nothing in parts. Everything seemed normal, save for the lack of activity. He passed Memorial Park, usually filled with early runners, completely vacant. As Werner crossed the bridge over Santa Monica Freeway, however, it all became clear to him. Underneath, the road was packed with cars, bumper to bumper, all honking and screaming at the driver in front of them. All traffic was heading out, not in, a mass exodus of Americans desperately fleeing from an unknown threat. From the rate they were moving, Werner doubted they would get out of LA by nightfall. The bikes, however, dangerously splitting through the unoccupied space between cars, had a better chance of escaping from whatever was inducing panic throughout the city, but at a much higher risk. Once he crossed the bridge, Werner was met with the Woodlawn Cemetery, empty as usual. The solemn sight of the stone slabs reminded him of the woman a quarter mile back, her blood slowly seeping out of the lifeless corpse and onto the black pavement. Judging from the state of the city, it would be a long time before she received a proper burial, if any at all. What was wrong with the woman? Why did she attack him like that? Werner recalled how she seemed deceased as she sat there in her seat, chest lacking any movement. The moment he approached her, though, she came to life and started attacking him. When he was a kid in the deserts of Las Vegas, he remembered seeing a few rabid dogs in his trailer park, and his mother always told him to stay away from him. They attacked without being provoked, and that was exactly how that woman behaved. Did he kill a sick woman in cold blood? The very thought of it make the mechanic weak in his stomach yet again.

Once Werner reached Pico Boulevard, traffic returned, though much more civilized than before. He spotted his place of employment, Santa Monica Autoworks, and it seemed to be untouched by looters, along with every other business on the street. A few cars requiring a little work were missing off the lot, though Werner figured their owners had taken them to leave the city. On the horizon, the sun was nowhere to be seen, though it would appear within the next 45 minutes or so. The rusted chain link gate was locked shut to the parking lot, but luckily Werner still had the keys and slipped through before locking the gate behind him. He barely made it through the office door before he heard the harsh rack of a shotgun. “Friend or foe?” A gruff voice said, the face barely illuminated by the red glow of a burning cigarette.

“Relax, Luke, its me,” Werner replied with a chuckle as he flipped a light on, revealing a 50-something man sitting behind the receptionist’s desk with a 12-gauge Mossberg 500 pointed at his chest, though it was soon stowed away and replaced with a grin. Despite his age, Luke was still a fairly intimidating man, standing at 6’1 with some muscle on his frame from a lifetime of manual labor.

“Sorry Werner, I figured you were one of those bastards from Delmar here to cap the competition,” Luke said with a laugh, referring to Delmar Auto Repair, a rival workshop that sat adjacent to theirs. Werner and Luke moved to the back office, which was little more than a clubhouse for the employees. Luke pulled up a chair for Werner and sat in his own at his desk before flipping on the TV, which sat on an old refrigerator filled with cheap beer. It was a highly contagious virus of some sort, the newscaster said, and that all contact with infected individuals should be avoided. Anyone bitten should be quarantined immediately. Werner looked down at the imprint of human teeth the woman left on his sport leather jacket when she bit him, and thanked god it was a little chilly this morning. They were told to stay indoors and wait for everything to clear up. These instructions weren’t exactly being followed, as Werner thought of the thousands on the roads. He deducted the woman had been sick, but something about the virus made the infected violent. Did this justify his actions though?

“Everything’s going to hell in a handbasket out there,” Luke said, shaking his head. He took another drag from his cigarette before opening his drawer and pulling out a large manilla folder with several cylindrical lumps. He emptied the contents of it, all shotgun shells, and began counting them. “How’d you make it over here? I didn’t see the Nova outside.”

“I crashed it. Walked the rest of the way here,” He replied, failing to mention the woman.

“Fuck me, really? That beast was priceless!” Luke exclaimed as he finished his short count of the ammo. The two had spent countless hours bringing the car back from death, and it was almost like losing a child to the sentimental man. Werner seemed alright though, and that was all that mattered. “We’ve got ten shells, and six in the shotgun. All buckshot,” he said, nodding to the Mossberg. “Should be enough to scare away anyone stupid enough to come here.”

Werner hoped he was right, but he doubted this would be the first place people would choose to loot. The mechanic walked through the door from the office into the garage and searched for anything he could use to defend himself. He grabbed a crowbar and a hammer before returning to Luke, who chuckled at the sight. “Now we’re ready for anything,” Werner boasted with a slight grin as he tucked the hammer into his pant pocket. Still, the older mechanic detected another emotion in his voice, and knew what was on his mind.

“She’ll be fine, Werner. She’s smart, believe me,” Luke reassured him, though he was not so sure himself. The girl was Florenda Marino, and though they had separated almost three months ago due to Werner’s other part-time job, he still deeply cared for her. Werner hadn’t seen her in the time since their messy break-up, but Luke had, and her stomach was a little larger than usual. He knew that Florenda was an amateur model, and she would never let herself go, so something told him the woman had other reasons for their split.

“I hope so, Luke.”

Myztii looked to Joe wide eyed. "Wow they keep all of this stuff here at an airport? Pffft... and they claim they are afraid of what gets on the planes..." She glanced to the items had had pulled from the bag. "You do the same.Go along the side of the terminal with the coffee shop. Yank the pin out, and roll them through the crowd. I'll do the same on the other side. Start with the gas. Get rid of them quickly, and get back here as soon as possible. As soon as possible."

Taking a deep breath to steady her sudden nerves, Myztii was quick to strap on her own belts. She quickly placed each item where it belonged and even managed to tighten her personal bag straps so that she could wear it properly without it being in the way. She started to speak but froze. Was that someone speaking? Someone had gotten in the restroom with them and she wasn't sure how. After exiting the stalls where the hidden bags were she looked to find Gabriel standing with a grin on his face.

She quickly grabbed the pistol and baton from the counter next to where she stood and leveled it in the sudden stranger's direction. She shifted slightly glancing around the end of the last stall to make sure Gabriel stood alone and didn't have someone with him. "Who are you, Mister? How did you get in here and what is that creepy looking grin about?" She narrowed here eyes on him glancing to Todd quickly then to the man. "Are you two working together?" She looked suddenly nervous. "Todd, you don't plan on double crossing me like this do you??"

"Absolutely not." Joe drew his pistol as well, and stood next to Myztii. He also pulled out a flash grenade, and hooked the pin around the thumb on his gun hand. "Move, and I'll flare us all, and shoot you while you're distracted. Move wrong, and I'll break your neck."

Joe had no idea how he'd gotten in without them seeing him. In fact, he'd exited one of the stalls containing his bags. It was almost...supernatural.

"This is the women's room, you know," Joe started, "I bet security's on their way right now...", he trailed off.
Joe pretended to turn to look at the door, before turning back, and letting his gun slide from his hand. As it clattered on the floor, he stepped into a weaver-style shooting stance and pulled his taser, quick to squeeze the trigger as soon as the red dot glided to the middle of the man's chest, ready to loose an entire charge in the intruder.

Harrison stood there shocked and wide-eyed at their remarks of him being crazy and idiotic for wanting to escape. He couldn't believe his ears. They were were willing to stay in a danger-zone and endanger their own lives in a hellhole of paranoia. Harrison has heard of the infamous stupidity of the Americans but he did not realize that it would go to the extent of whether or not they live. He was about to counter argue the both of them until he overheard them saying that the little girl was infected. Harrison stared at the little girl and couldn't believe it. A little girl, full of purity and innocence, was infected and possibly doomed to become a rabid creature. He was then threatened by the father not to tell the military. Harrison did not like being threatened but he understood the paternal anger. He's a father himself, he understands.

"One thing: why on earth would I tell the soldiers that your daughter is infected when I don't even trust the soldiers? Two: why on earth would both of you place your lives in the hands of those men out there? In a police state people can crack from paranoia and fear, you know this, but what if one of the men who carries the gun cracks, then we got a riot on our hands and some scared rookie who fires on some of them because he was afraid." He then grabs a towel and starts wiping his face. He places it back down.

"I am also not sure if you have noticed that they are bordering up some of the windows and guarding all the exits. If they were to move us in an event, why would they border this place up like a siege then? Something is going to happen and we are going to be caught in the middle of it. So forgive my panicking and forgive my rambling but I am just trying to stay alive and hopefully keep you alive as well."

He went to the small bathroom window to look outside. He knew it was too small to escape. He was just trying to get some knowledge of the outside. "Oh and one more thing: the name's Harrison." They were tense in this room and he'll most likely be met with hostility. He was a doctor for nearly two decades. It wouldn't be the first time someone he is trying to help threw it back in his face.

Gabriel put his hands in the air, smile disappearing. He had that look in his eyes, like he was staring into the deepest depths of your soul. Gave stayed silent, not answering the Myztii's questions. Raising an eyebrow, a smile tugged the corner of his mouth. When she grabbed the pistol he sighed and said, "do you guys even know how to use those?" He asked warily. "I don't want anyone to get hurt, how about we just lower the weapons? Where did you get those anyways? If security is on the way, don't you think that they'll be more suspicious of you guys with grenade and shit?"

Gabe took everything in, his need to know how everything works fueling him. The woman's gun wasn't loaded, so he wasn't going to worry about her. She probably had no idea how to work a gun anyways. The other guy, seemed to know what he was doing. Gabe wondered where the man learned how to use those weapons like that. Gabriel was a special case, he was a gun and knife nut. The second Joe moved, Gabriel did the same, surprisingly faster than expected for his tall size. He grabbed the gun from the floor and leveled it at Joe's head. He had seen the guy load it. "If you tase me, my muscles will contact and I will shoot you. I don't want that to happen. There is enough chaos going around. I could work with you, I know how to shoot and shit. I've heard that there is some kind of virus going around that drives you insane like Mad Cow."

"You seem to... Underestimate me, sir. I wouldn't sit still after firing. That's a stupid move, a rookie error. My name is Jonah Murphy. If you want in, know three things. If you make one foul play, a single mistake, I'll break your neck. Two, you answer to me. Follow every order, to the letter. Three, there's no round chambered in that pistol. I pulled the hammer to fool you. If I tased you, you'd drop. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200, do not fire." Joe was not joking around. "Myztii, get my gun." Joe squeezed the TASER's trigger.

Gabriel grinned, "good. You're not as stupid as I thought you were. I'm Tony Hart, nice to meet you Jonah." He smirked when Jonah explained the rules, this guy was a control freak. Gabriel's smiled when he commanded the woman to grab the gun. When he said that, Gabe dropped to the ground, dodging the taser needles. He slammed back the slide and jumped back to his feet. Gabe tucked the gun his waistband, and took a step back. "Those things only have one shot," he said distastefully. "So, what's the plan. I hear my favorite word, chaos."
Gabe looked at the suitcase, "how many weapons do you have?"

After dealing with the other man, or at least believing he was dealt with, Allen went on to explain what had happened to his daughter. She was in fact infected by whatever was spreading, whatever had the military hyped up, and Allen did not know to what extent she had been exposed. The story was hard to believe, even with the quarantine. A mother turning on her child and biting her ankle? Jay did not like to jump to conclusions but was Allen implying that Caitlyn's mother had turned into a mutant or a zombie, or something like that? It was completely ridiculous. But then again, he could not argue with the facts. If Caitlyn did have a human bite mark on her ankle, and Allen did see her mother putting it there, then... well Jay really did not know what then. This was real life, not a movie or a game. Stuff like that just did not happen. There would have had to have been a reasonable explanation for why Caitlyn's mother bit her, maybe drugs or alcohol. But Jay would not pry any further into the event because it was too late to do anything about it.

The story was told and then Allen surprised Jay by asking for help. These two men had just met and now Allen was not only asking for Jay's help, but also trusting him. Normally Jay would have backed out right then. It would have been the smart thing to do. But considering the circumstances, and the fact that Allen was essentially Jay's only "friend" in the world, he decided to help. Allen said that he would kill the other man, Harrison, if he tried to talk. Jay pretended that he did not hear it, and instead addressed the earlier points. "Well you know what, I think that Caitlyn shouldn't have walked over that broken glass. Then she wouldn't have tripped on it and cut her ankle" Jay said, patting Allen on the shoulder.

"To be completely honest, I would like to get out of here. But the military would not quarantine us inside of an airport if they didn't have a good reason", this statement was directed at Allen and Harrison (who had interjected himself into the conversation quite rudely). Harrison then mentioned the windows and doors being boarded up. "You know I'm not a professional but they usually don't board up windows and doors to keep people in... if you catch my drift. If what Allen is saying, and the news is saying too, is true and there is some" he stuttered for a moment, stumbling over his words trying to think of the correct phrase. "Some sort of virus spreading out there" Jay pointed towards the small window, indicating he was referring to outside, "then maybe it'd be best to wait it out in here". He let his quick speech settle in before making one last statement. "That being said, if it's no longer safe in here, then I'd maybe think about leaving" Jay said, calmly and blatantly. Though Harrison had jumped into the conversation, and had been rambling on about craziness, he had been helpful. Jay would not have been aware of the boarding of windows and doors if it was not for Harrison, as well as the fact that they were moving closer and closer to a frenzy outside.

After some time had passed, Vixen's "escort unit" as it could be called finally arrived in the form of three hummers each driven by a soldier and watched by his assigned partner.

Apparently, they were also delievering ammo to the Los Angles Airport. Reports around the city weren't looking too good from what Vixen was told as she waited for her convoy to show. Bottom line, infected were now in most parts of the city with only a few places to either hide from them or that the military had manage to successfully lock down.

Vixen then got into the back of the two, putting her LMG in the back there. She was even given an SMG. An MP5 to be exact. Hick had said that even with her body, trying to run or retreat with an LMG may not be the wisest of situations. Agreeing she decided to bring along the extra fiream in case she had to abandon the LMG.

As the convoy loaded up, Vixen saw the drivers in a group, talking to each other. Wandering over, Vixen joined in just to get an sit-rep. But she already knew the problem. The best route to get to LAX was not going to be easy. Apparently, choppers had their hands full trying to ferry survivors to the nearby island to examine and quarintine survivors. They just had their hands full. Worse, some pilots refuse to even land anywhere within L.A., saying that the infected will "leap" onto their copter like superman or something.

Vixen had just shook her head but nodded. But no matter what route they took, encounters with infected were going to be high. If they pulled into an area where they could simply mob the convoy, it wouldn't end well. Then again, some areas where there are survivors may decide "guts than brains" and try to attack the convoy for possible supplies, weapons, etc. From what reports say in certain areas, some civlians are refusing to co-operate with military. Obviously, panic and fear had already gripped the populance in some parts.

She decided to see what they plan out since it seemed simply going "west" probably wasn't the wisest of routes depending on how things were now...

Myztii watched the scene unfold before her with a sudden nervousness. She hadn't made it to the gun in time before the man took it. She also glared to Todd. How stupid had she been, to believe him when he gave her his name. She stepped backwards towards the stall door closest to her. From behind her she pulled a clip from the belt and put it in her pistol. She watched both men carefully, hoping that they wouldn't turn on her.

She narrowed her eyes on both of them. "You both seem to be forgetting that you maybe shouldn't underestimate me. You!" She looked to Gabriel. "However many weapons we have is none of your concern. What did you come in here for? And don't bother trying to lie because I WILL put a bullet in your hide!" She turned her gaze to Todd, fury burning deep inside of her. "And you... You must think I'm pretty gulible too... Right, Jonah?" She couldn't resist nearly spitting the name as the pistol angled from one to the other. "I want answers.. and I want them now.. Real names, the both of you! What are you up to!"

"Joseph Ferrier, JC Penney of Seattle, Assistant Manager, and I am asking you to shoot him. Shoot. Him. Can't you tell? He has no problem with killing anyone. See that look in his eye? He's probably killed a lot of people. Children, maybe, even! Shoot him, Myztii!"

Joe waited to hear the shot, his ears straining. As soon as she fired, Joe was going to swing up a forwaed kick into the now wounded Gabriel's chest, then he'd have his gun back. Even an empty taser will work on contact, if Gabe tried anything weird. It was too far into the plan to let it fall apart.

Gabe put his hands up once again. "My real name is Gabriel Hart. I heard what you guys are doing and I wanted to help, but you guys turned your guns on me. Why can't we all calm down?" He looked at Myztii calmly, the gun still didn't have a round chambered, so no danger yet. Gabe glared at Joe, "how dare you. I have never killed anyone in my life, because you know, that's a felony!"

Joe looked ready to pounce, "why are you attacking me Joseph? I have done nothing. You tried to tase me, and now you want to shoot me. You sir are the one who seems eager to kill." Gabriel took in the situation, and tried to think of a way out. The door was behind him, that was always an option. He assumed that he would have to injure them both in order to feel safe, turning his back to them.

"I've never killed anyone. I can smell your lie, Gabriel. I know you know that we're armed and planning. You know we know that you're a dangerous individual. Myztii, I've kept my word so far, and I'm sorry now. I had hoped that by giving you a false name, I could protect you."

She thought about what Joe was saying for a moment. It was true, other than his name he had kept his word so far. He gave her a way to protect herself. She took a deep breath, then blinked and aimed at Gabriel instead. "It doesn't give you a free pass, Joseph.. While I thank you for attempting to protect me, keep in mind that I am willing and able to protect myself just as much, only much much more so.."

Myztii narrowed her eyes at Gabe. "How did you hear about what we're doing? We've had no contact with anyone in this horrid place except with each other. I said no more lies!" She took a moment to calm her irritation as well as her nerves. Hopefully, Joe was still on her side. "I'll ask you one more time.. Why did you come in here, and what is it that you really want in here?"