As the survivors discuss their next steps in response to a recent radio broadcast, the silenced Deputy's phone buzzes in his pocket.
He taps in a short password and opens up the notification.
New messages from the enigmatic face of the CDC presence in New Orleans...
Fio stares at his phone.
Days of radio silence, and then this.
Fortune cookie bullshit.
Fio narrows his eyes. How convenient. These Fed-types are all the same.
Powerful enough to get what they want, but powerless when consequences come knocking.
There was no way a man like Davis would play the sacrifice card... right?
A man like him, laying down on the tracks to derail the trolley? No way.
They lost the goal? What on Earth is that supposed to mean?
No quarantine? Or maybe no cure?
Or was the goal to help people, and they were they gonna take it for themselves--
so Davis brought the roof down rather than let that happen?
That sounded like a threat.
And silently-- although he wouldn't speak of it if he could-- he made his mind up.
These people-- his friends, his townsfolk, his brothers and sisters in the NOPD-- they were more important to him than chain of command.
And if he has to pick between the CDC's realpolitik and keeping them safe?
Then fuck law and order.
People come first.
He taps in a short password and opens up the notification.
New messages from the enigmatic face of the CDC presence in New Orleans...
Fio stares at his phone.
Days of radio silence, and then this.
Fortune cookie bullshit.
Fio narrows his eyes. How convenient. These Fed-types are all the same.
Powerful enough to get what they want, but powerless when consequences come knocking.
There was no way a man like Davis would play the sacrifice card... right?
A man like him, laying down on the tracks to derail the trolley? No way.
They lost the goal? What on Earth is that supposed to mean?
No quarantine? Or maybe no cure?
Or was the goal to help people, and they were they gonna take it for themselves--
so Davis brought the roof down rather than let that happen?
That sounded like a threat.
And silently-- although he wouldn't speak of it if he could-- he made his mind up.
These people-- his friends, his townsfolk, his brothers and sisters in the NOPD-- they were more important to him than chain of command.
And if he has to pick between the CDC's realpolitik and keeping them safe?
Then fuck law and order.
People come first.
