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Molli skrewed up her nose at him and scowled "As a matter of fact, I do" She lied, frowning at him.

He was about to laugh but a bell sounded and he looked up "Sounds like dinner time, Reg!" he said looking over at his canine partner. He looked at Molli and smirked, but his eyes gave away sympathy, knowing they probably wouldn't get fed tonight. "Well have fun on yer' date!" he said turning "C'mon Reggie! Say goodbye to your lil' friend!" he teased as the dog tried to pull away from Abby.

Abby made a small sound of protest when she heard they had to leave but let the dog go. Molli frowned when he said dinner, that wasn't fair. Her jaw clanched and she nodded "Yeah, I will, have fun stuffing yourself" She spat. Then he was gone. Molli sighed heavily and felt a little shaken up by the day's current events.

Drake thought to himself as they walked slowly out of the city, making sure to lock the gate behind him. He removed Reggie's muzzle and put it back in his, back pack. He was lost in thought when he made his way up to the table, which was piled with food. He looked down at Reggie and grabbed him by the collar "We're gonna wait... you and me are goin' on a... picnic..." he whispered and the dog eyed him suspiciously.

Molli looked down at Abby, who was stuffing herself with sweet bread. Molli smiled "We almost got caught today...I'll be back in the morning girly, remember-"
"Don't talk to anyone, don't leave the tent, don't look at anyone, keept quiet, and if anything -Lords forbid- should happen just scream. I got it, I got it. Go do whatever it is at night" Abby cut Molli off and grinned. Molli hugged her and smiled.
"Right" She murmered, before dissapearing.

"Reggie! Don't you dare eat anyone!" Drake ordered, he and the Rottweiler where crouched by the open gate. He had snatched up various foods, bread, ham, apples, oranges, and some cake, which he now had tied in a makeshift bag, which was actually just a napkin. "Hurry up... and don't bite anyone!"

The dog huffed and carefully picked up the napkin in his powerful jaws then slipped into the gate and moved down the dirt footpath. He hated Drake, mostly for making him do this task which could get them both in trouble. Thankfully the sun had set, and now the dim darkness surrounded him. He arrived at the familiar tent, they had been at earlier today. He arrived after Molli had left, the canine peered into the tent, he could smell Abby but snorted to try and get her attention, he still clamped his bag tightly in his jaws.

Molli had gone to the knew location of the Rebel campsite, it moved everyday, making it tricky for Peacekeepers to locate it. That day it was in one the of few buildings in the Wasteland. Molli was happy to have the cover of darkness on her side, she breathed in the cool night air and knockedon the door. A crystal blue eye peered at her from a peep-hole.
"Allo?" The gruff voice said.
"I'd like to purchase you're finest cloth" Molli said, repeating the new pass words that were told to her the night before The door opened ad Molli stepped inside. Inside was bright a vivd, but also calm and collected. All of the most wanted Ferals roosted at these meetings. The leader of the Rebel Force greeted Molli, and Molli was happy to report her little run-in with the Peacekeeper from earilier that day.
"I'm sure they know nothing of the Force, sir" She reported, to the old leader.

Abby heard the snort an tucked her nearly gone sweet bread under her bed. She looked out the tent to see the dog from eariler.
"Reggie!" She exclaimed, hopping out of bed and running up to greet the dog.

Reggie sighed and wagged his stubby tail in greeting. He sat his cloth bag down and nudged it toward her feet then looked up at the girl.

Molli continued the meeting, tommarow she'd be sent over the fence. Only a select few were given this oprotunity, and even fewer surived the journey over and back.

Abby hugged the dog and smiled at him "Good doggy!" She exclaimed, picking up the food.

Reggie huffed and reluctantly licked her hand, then backed away. He gave a small goodbye bark then turned and started sneaking up the dirt path again.

Abby looked after the dog and smiled at her new friend, she then collected the food and went to go store in under the bed.

Throughout the meeting, Weasel, the Rebel Force leader, noticed how distressed Molli was about the mission. Towards midnight he called every ones attention. Weasel was a big man, with a lean hard face and a few scars over his left cheek. He cleared his voice and stood, everyone stopped their illegal trading and forbidden conversations to look at their leader.
“Salty, is a very brave and eager young soldier. And she should be proud to go on this mission. I’m positive Salty is a good choice for this job, she’s fast, strong, and most of all stubborn! Haha, yes I still remember the day she came it, so shy but I quickly learned her stubborn side. Yes, she’ll be fine. I wish you luck Salty! We all do! Unfortunately our last agent was captured when he got back…Ah I do miss him…He was sentenced to death…A sacrifice that was need though! Salty, let him not die in vein! Go to the Wargrounds and tell them of the abusive swine that hold us captive! I give you my blessing and luck! Young warrior…” He finished, looking at Molli, who was lost in her own mind.
“Huh? Yeah…Thanks…Honor and sh*t…Cool…” She muttered, there was a bit of laughter and everyone went back to their conversations.
Weasel looked and Molli and put a hand on her shoulder, she shivered away from his touch. “Pre-mission jitters?” He asked his dark grey eyes hard and understanding.
Molli snorted and shook her head “No, but I would like someone to look over Sunshine…Can you get Baby-Face to look after her?” Molli asked. Baby-Face was a large woman in her mid-40’s, she was sweet and gentle, no one would guess that she was part of the Rebel Force, Abby adored her.
“Sure” Weasel said, rubbing Molli’s shoulder then walking away.

Drake heard a huff and looked up grinning widely when Reggie slipped through the gate again.

"Good dog, Reg!" He complimented and the dog shook his head, attempting to brush off is ignorant human friend.

"Thar' ye' are Young Blood!" Drake looked up to see Wesley. A large broad shouldered Irish man. He was the leader of the wasteland base. "Listen hur' Youngin', Dictator Smith his here... he's got some interesting news about the rebels! I want the newest Peacekeeper present at this meeting!"

Drake stood and nodded "Sure Wesley, it'd be my pleasure..."

The big red bearded man laughed "That's the spirit, Young Blood! C'mon I'm sure this meeting will be grand! We'll finally out witt those d*mn rebels!"

Drake rolled his eyes and followed the other soldier, with Reggie close behind.

A few of the nicer Rebels came to grant Molli a blessing, but she didn't really care about them. She was looking for Tommy, the only one of the Rebels who didn't have a nick-name. Tommy was 17-years old with dark brown hair and pale green eyes, he was extremly handsom and charming. Molli liked Tommy. She then spotted him, sipping on some illigal scotch. He walked up to her and smiled.
"Hey, Salty!" He exclaimed, his chocolate brown hair falling in his face.
"Hi, Tommy." Molli replied shyly. They talked for a while, Tommy promised Molli that he'd look out for Sunshine and make sure that she wasn't lonely. He also promised to save her a slice of the illigal baked pumpkin pie when she returned. They left out the IF part, knowing that they may never speake to one and other again.

Drake had actually fallen asleep during the meeting, he woke with a jolt when Reggie licked his hand. He nodded as if he had been listening the entire time but soon he got up, excused himself and went to his tent to sleep. Reggie stayed behind and listened to the men.

"Do we know who they'll be sending?" Wesley asked looking up at an elderly man with cold grey eyes that matched his slicked back grey hair.

"No... I'm afraid not..." the man, Dictator Smith, leader of the Wastelands, replied.

"Then how would we have the upper hand?!"

"Well... we know Gunpowder is a rebel-"

"She's got a lil' sister! Sunshine..."

Reggie lifted his head and perked his ears at mention of Abby.

"Then that's what we shall do, even if they don't send Gunpowder, another Rebel would risk their skin for the life of a fellow rebel's sibling." Smith smirked. "Wesley, go get the girl... make sure you keep her under guard until tomorrow, we shall get the information we need from them..."

With that Wesley nodded and stood, he saluted and began down toward the gate. By that time, Reggie had bolted off to find Drake.

The meeting dragged on until the first signs of morning, Molli would leave tonight. She smiled as the golden rays were spotted through the dirty windows and sighed with relief. The whole Reble base seemed to dissinagrate right infront of her. It never ceased to amaze Molli how tightly kept the location of these meetings were. Weasel had gone off earlier in the night, not that anyone really needed his guidence, he was just the director really. Molli said goodbye to everyone then happily strolled down the dirt path, unaware that Sunshine would be gone by the time she got their.