"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.