Gabriel sighed, wanting to throw his hands up in defeat. "As I told you, I accidentally came in here. I was listening to music and wasn't paying attention. I saw you guys and heard what you're planning. I want in. I just want to go home! There's a virus going around, and I just want to go home and see my family." Gabe turned to Joe, "can you please calm down. I never said you killed anyone, you accused me of killing someone. Which is an insane assumption, and you have no evidence anyways. You can't go around calling people dangerous and murderers without any evidence." He looked into the suitcase and grabbed a flash bang grenade, and another magazine for his pistol. "Now come on, let's go take out another Marine and get Joe a gun. Then, let's go raise Hell!"

Gabe chambered a round in his XDM 9mm. Then, he put his grenades in his hoodie pocket. "Come on. Let's go. I need to get home."

"Myztii, check your weapon. I don't think it's loaded. Pull the slide, and flip that switch on the side so the red dot is showing." Joe ejected the spent TASER cartridge, ready to jab with it if need be. "Okay, Gabe... you want in? Give me my gun."

Gabe sighed, reaching his hand into his waistband and grabbed the pistol. He handed the gun back to Joe, "fine. I'll grab one from one of the marines we take out. Just to be sure, we're just going to gas a few people and then escape, right?"
Gabe grabbed the other baton, as Myztii had the other. "Once we take out the marines we should be able to get our hands on some big guns. I'm talking about AK's AR's and other assault rifles. Maybe even some shotguns. The rest should be home free. We shouldn't go around killing them though, we'll be sent to jail if we get caught."
Gabe wondered if the virus was airborne, he had heard that it was lethal. He would worry about that later. First, he would have get out of this hell hole. It was against the law to hold people against their will.

Harrison started pacing up and down the room. He was nervous and he couldn’t help but show it. He was thinking about his son in Edinburgh. What if he doesn’t get out and see him again? What if he just goes missing amongst the chaos and infection? There would be no way for his son to know. He can’t afford to miss some milestones in his life: his son’s graduation, marriage, children, divorce… He then strokes his beard in a thinking motion. The county would probably be on lockdown, so they would need a place to lay low, too wait until the U.S military or the CDC have fully dealt with the situation. As Harrison has realized before, the airport is too crowded and dangerous to be a hideout. The number of people in this quarantine zone is just a feeding ground for those things out there. Sooner or later, one of the doors or windows will break or one of the people will fall ill and this time someone might not be around to take of it.

He then turns towards the both of them, Jay and Allen. “Getting out of here shouldn’t be too hard. A distraction will take away some of the guards but it’s finding a suitable place outside to lay low is the problem.” Mentioned Harrison.

He then looks at Allen’s daughter Caitlyn. He overheard that the infection spreads via a bite. He then bent down onto his knees and took a closer look at Caitlyn’s leg. It doesn’t look too deep but the only disease he can think of that is caused by biting is rabies. As far as Harrison knows, it isn’t a rabies bite but how long would it take for her to turn. Harrison decided not to think about it. Maybe it’s not deep enough or something like that, he thought optimistically. He crouched back up. “It should be a place with medicine and antibiotics for her…” He pointed at Caitlyn. “…and it needs some sort of protection, like metal security barriers, a heavy door maybe, little windows or something.” He started sounding nervous in his voice.

He walked up to the mirror at the sink and looked into it, thinking deeply. He has virtually no mind map of L.A and he has only been here for a couple of days. He then started thinking about alcohol and painkillers to try and calm himself down. The thought was very tempting to Harrison but he shakes his head to get rid of the menacing impulse. Now is not the time to go down old paths. He turns away from the sink and speaks to Allen and Jay again. “Do you know the county?” If they do, they might be more familiar with the area more than him. Hopefully these guys are calmer than him. It disappoints Harrison that he can’t handle pressure anymore.

Myztii watched as Gabe gave Joe back the gun and lowered her pistol, apparently she couldn't do much damage with it as it was anyway. She sighed shutting her eyes for a moment. Opening her eyes, she did as she was told and pulled the slide. She turned the saftey off. "Okay, now my weapon is properly set.. And if either of you attempt to screw me over, I won't hesitate to shoot you." She paused glarring at them. "Now if you two big bad macho men are done sizing each other up.. We have pressing matters to attend."

She looked to Joe. "The idea was to use the gas first right? To cause chaos to get people moving?" She cut her eyes to Gabe. "We shouldn't have to actually kill anyone...should we?" She took a moment trying to keep her guard from dropping. "I know this is pretty obvious, but I don't want to shoot or kill anybody... I'm just a college girl trying to get home with some amazing shark photos! Okay?! So, if it isn't clear by now my last nerve is being stretched pretty far and if I snap... whoever is responsible will be my first target." She offered them both a brilliant faux smile as she crossed her arms. "Oh how I'm going to enjoy working with you two gents.. After all... One of you is a creeper and one of you has already lied to me once." She sighed.

"Fair enough." Joe shoved his gun back into its holster, and pulled his jacket over it. "Alright, Gabe, you first. Hit the area as far back as you can, away from the doors. We want to route everyone out. You kill anyone... and I will kill you. Got it?" Joe strode the the door and spun the deadbolt open. "After you, trumpeteer." His reference seemed to hit home in his rival.

"Myztii, I'm sorry about the lie. I just wanted to keep you out of legal trouble, just in case. Now, let's get you home. Step one." Joe put a smoke grenade in his hand, behind his back, and looped his opposote index finger around the pin. "Let's get this over with." The metamorphosing caterpillars in his stomach reminded him of the time he followed his Ranger team into a Hisbollah-controlled house, armed with nothing but his camera, loaded and chambered with 35mm ammunition.

Life hurts sometimes.

Myztii looked to Joe quietly for a moment. She sighed. "Thank you for looking out for me, and I'm sorry if I come off as cross.. But you have to understand how the situation looks to me. As a female, I'm already at higher risk for being a target.." She cut her eyes to Gabe. "..So in this situation, you can imagine how I feel like I'd be voted off the island first right?"

She pulled from her bag of goodies a gas canister and placed her finger in the ring, preparing herself to pull the pin as needed. She made her way a bit closer to Joe, still not trusting Gabriel very much. She glanced to Joe as he spoke to Gabe. "You kill anyone.. and I will kill you. Got it?" Myztii nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and if you kill anyone.. I'll help him kill you, Creeper."

Joe was a bit of a troublemaker in grade school, starting fights fairly often, and winning almost constantly. Not being the biggest or strongest, he was declared victorious through his ingenuity, having learned that he could hit harder with a belt buckle or rock than he could with his most tightly clenched fist. He was quick, and smart, adapting to each new opponent with relative ease. This new adversary, this Mr. Hart was no exception. Joe would learn his moves, analyze the way he thought, and break him. This Inimicus Novus would bend to his will in no time.

Joe swiftly swung the door open, attempting both to maximize the speed of his operation, and minimize the attention he drew. He strode into the crowd, a man with a purpose, and ripped the pin from a gas canister, the pin and lever dropping to the floor, an unheard clatter echoing amongst the sound of footsteps and conversations, unnoticed. Joe rolled the bright yellow grenade acrossthe floor, counting out the four second fuse, dropping as many others as he could, before the first activated. He sprinted back to the bathroom, and drew two flash grenades from his belt, and yanked the pins out with his teeth, feeling his molars begin to ache from the force. He spun, and hurled them into the crowd. One soldier was struck in the mouth with one, and dropped to his knee after recovering, and raised his weapon, shouting, "Zeds! 12 O'clock!", before selecting a target, and opening fire. In the ensuing chaos, Joe tossed the other flashbangs, and made his way to the restroom, his ears ringing from the first two, and his teeth sore, one bleeding, from ripping the pins from his instruments of anarchy.

"THEY'RE COMING!" Joe screamed, desperate to empty the airport as quickly as possible. He kicked open the restroom door as he ran in, hoping to whatever god he followed that Myztii was inside, and Gabe was dead.

As soon as Joe had left, Myztii shot out of the door and quickly made her way in the opposite direction. As she went she pulled the pin and shot the gas under foot of the crouded people who were still unaware of what was happening. A fog of smoke started lifting from the floor as she made her way through people. From the other side of the massive area, flash cannons went off. One then another.

Someone screamed at the first cannon. Myztii turned, ducked through a group of people and made her way back towards the restroom. "Zeds! 12 O'clock!" Looking to the soldier warning his friends Myztii froze. What to do? What to do? She glanced to the far wall behind some people that looked already shook up and grinned. Fire Extinguisher! She pulled her pistol from the holster and laid on the ground as people started shuffling around. "Dear God...dont let them stomp on me.." Just as she whispered it someone kicked her in the ribs. Groaning a bit, she shut her eyes for a moment before taking aim. She shot the center of the can. A mixture of nitrogen, water, and foam shot out like a rocket blasting the area near it.

Thankfully, it was a small canister so it didn't harm anyone directly. People scattered as she hid the gun and quickly crawled away to avoid being spotted with the weapon. About twelve feet from where she was she jumped up and screamed. "OH MY GOD! THAT SOLDIER IS SHOOTING AT US!" She then ducked and made her way back towards the bathroom. Choas exploded. People started running, pushing into each other, and some even going for the armed forces.

Myztii paused by the vending machine to watch as people started pushing and shoving trying to get out of the building. Soldiers frantically tried stopping the riot that suddenly broke. She held her side as she slipped into the bathroom only moments after Joe. She visually shook as she slipped to the floor. That was... terrifying.

stood behind Joe as he swung open the door, and instantly sprung into action. His face held no emotion, just determination, and maybe a hint of bloodlust, not that anyone could tell. Hart was moving the second Joe got out of his way. he pushed through the masses, dropping his flash bangs stealthily behind him, as not to get caught. In his ears were his headphones, which helped dampen the sound. He finally spotted a soldier, and got moving. Gabe ran towards the man, yelling for him to help. He clutched his side, acting as if he was hurt. The soldier lowered his weapon when he saw that Gabriel was "injured," Gabe grinned a feral. Gabriel chucked his grenade at the guard, it hit his trigger hand, and went off. The soldier was blind and deaf at this point, also having dropped his gun. Gabe elbowed the marine in the jaw, instantly knocking him out. Gabriel dragged the soldier into a dark corner of the airport, and went to work.

first ripped off a strip of cloth from his shirt and gagged the man, he used another two strips to tie the man's hands and feet. Then Gabe undressed, and took the man's uniform. He stripped the marine of his weapons, and was delighted to see that this man was armed and ready to go. Gabe was surprised that these men were allowed to be this heavily armed during a quarantine. He grabbed the dropped AR-15, the man's M1911, and his sentry knuckle knife. Gabe looked over the gun, slowly figuring out how it worked. He checked the magazine, it was fully loaded, thirty bullets, there were two magazines. Gabriel holstered the pistol, slung the rifle over his back, and put his knife in the newly acquired thigh holster.

ran back towards the bathroom, pushing past people, and yelling orders to his "comrades." He told them to go down the opposite way he had come, saying that he had seen the threat run that way. Surprisingly, they moved without hesitation. Gabe slipped back into the bathroom. He put his back against the closed door and grinned at Myztii and Joe. "That was easier than I thought it was going to be. You guys should have grabbed some better weapons. This should be easy now. All the soldiers that were blocking the doors in the east hallway are now scattered, we should be able to slip out." Gabe wondered what would be out there, things must be bad in order for an airport to be quarantined. Gabriel wondered if there would be bodies just lying around or something like that. Little did he know that there would be, except not as many, because they wouldn't be lying around, the dead would be coming after him. They would be hungry for flesh and blood........

"Well done, Mr. Hart. You've assaulted a member of the United States Armed Forces. Now, if we get out of this, we'll not only be arrested, but held as terrorists and soldier killers. Where'd you get that handgun? Standard army uses Berettas. Who'd you kill?" Joe gave him a scathing look, before opening the bathroom door, and shouting, "Safehouse!" Into the crowd. He let four people in before locking the door again, and held up his gun, saying, "Identify yourselves, we are armed, and dangerous."

Watching them carefully, he pulled the notepad out of his pocket again, and checked the second page. Holding it so that no one else could see, he read silently,

Operation Little White Lie

Plan: Rig ground floor of airport with tripwires, spaced one to two feet apart, eight inches above the ground. Set a "Safety Inside" sign in front of the airport. Constantly update. Somehow convince the undead to accumulate in the above floor. Lock them in. Cover doors with tape and/or some sort of obscuring device. Barricade windows as much as possible. Take shelter inside a ground floor restroom.

Goal: Convince survivors to enter to
A: Clear out the infected
B: die in the process, killing numerous infected and leaving behind valuable supplies
C: Filter the herd to ensure that only the hardiest survive, adding to my army".

Unbeknownst to his two new allies, Joe knew exactly what this plague was. He'd seen it before, undergoing testing in vacant Al Quaeda mountain bases. He'd been ordered to tell no one, and had even helped burn it to ashes. According to notes left behind, as far as Joe's rudimentary Arabic could tell him, it wasn't made, simply discovered. He'd been preparing for it ever since, modifying his notes to reflect wherever he was at the time. He planned to telk Myztii of his ideas soon, maybe not all of them, but was wary of Mr. Hart. He was dangerous, Joe was certain. He'd seen the look on Gabriel's face as he executed Operation Heroes of Consequence. He knew the look well. It resembled the look on the faces of bomb builders, when they were caught working. They had surrendered, but only because they were crazy enough to believe that they would have the final say.

Vixen was now on the move. Being apart of a three Hummer convoy, the three military vechiles began heading out. They had to take a slight detour north due to undead activity in the south blockade. Soon, they had passed through the "Roosevelt Municipal Golf Course" and were continuing south. Their primary objective was to get onto "Los Feliz Blvrd" then go west from there.

However, things suddenly changed when the passenger, Private Hicks, got a call on his comms. Apparently, one of a few military units assigned to research the virus had gotten cut off within city limits and had taken refuge in the "Capitol Records" building. It was still on the way there but they were going to have to make a stop to figure out what had happened since Hicks could no longer get in touch with them.

After some time, they finally made it onto Los Feliz and what Vixen saw was to put it bluntly, tension. They were still technically in the rural area in a sense and the military were still keeping it in check but judging from the random people she managed to see around some houses, they were getting ready for a fight.

She hoped it was with the infected and NOT with the military.

Some people even looked as if they were boarding up their windows...and if she didn't know better, some of those people most likely had guns.

"...I just hope they all keep cool heads...", Vixen suddenly says.

"I hear ya. I just hope Bravo Squad is ok. I mean the Capitol Building?...wonder what happened...", Hicks said.

Vixen had some guesses but kept them to herself. On that, the hummer group conintued west.

Myztii stood up, still shaking slightly and made her way over to Joe. She looked to Gabriel as she resisted the urge to glare at him. Oh he's still here.. she thought to herself. Looking at the four strangers that Joe allowed in she leaned in close to his shoulder so that she could speak into his ear without others hearing her.

"Do you think it wise to allow them in here? I know you have some kind of plan.. or you're making one.. but if these guys turn on us, there are more of them than there are us. I dont trust Hart as far as I could throw him.."

"Hart's not the big issue at the moment. All the same, we should keep an eye on him. And, uh, no worries. I've got big ideas."

The fist survivor identified himself as one Richard Mackey, a heart surgeon. Joe had seen his face in magazines, a reknowned heart surgeon, at 32. An impressive feat, one thag would prove useful later on. The second, a Jonah Murphy, was a security guard at the Los Angeles Macy's. He had basic weapons training, and was already armed with a baton and taser. He'd been here to pick up his girlfriend, who was returning home. The fourth was an Ana Peterson, a pretty little thing, at 5'3", but she was Army Intelligence. This, in particular, was exactly what Joe was looking for. The fourth was a Joseph Ashe, a barista, at Starbucks. It wouldn't do to have two Josephs. Joe would have to do something about that. Pride was, after all, always his downfall.

Joe was a clever beast, and knew what it took to lead people. First, he needed to give them hope. "Alright, the plan is to hole up here until everything outside blows over. Then, we need to collect supplies." Joe was precise in his orders. "You, Richard-"
"Rick, please. Sir." The young doctor added the honorific as almost an afterthought, though he was quick to suggest it.
"Rick, if you interrupt me again, I will shoot you. Now, I need to you to help gather medical supplies.Anything we could possibly need." Ana Peterson's hand shot up. "Yes?"
"Sir, with all due respect, why are we taking orders from you, and not the lieutenant there?"
"The, uh, Lieutenant is not actually a soldier. He stole the uniform and may have killed a man to get it. Now, Peterson, I need you to gather weapons. Particulary ones that are precise and simple. The M9FS handguns standard to your branch will do well. Also, the M4A1 Carbines will be an excelletn addition. Murphy!"
"Sir!"
"I want you and Ashe to scout. Find us a better fortress. Report back to me with any findings."
"Sir?" The other Joe. A cruek adversary if ever there was one. Cruel, because he had done nothing wrong yet. Nothing worthy of blame. Joe nodded. Ashe was quick with his question. "What do we call you?"
"I am Mr. Ferrier. This is Myztii. Report everything of consequence to her. Spare no details. Mr. Hart here will assist you in anything you may need. Especially if you come up against an enemy to big to face alone, and need a bit of extra muscle. Any objections?" He looked to Myztii and Gabriel.