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Dante sat in his chair listening to Glen rant on today. This was one man who made Dante feel like jumping of a cliff. Not because he was the most questionable of all his members, but because haft the time he called him on something, he was right. Today, he had two random strangers come in, one who had supplies, a large amount, and only had to send one member to retrieve it. At the same time, before, they would of captured him, taken his stuff and killed him. That would be it, that was when Dante had recently lost his parents, when the steel wolfs were really steel wolfs. Now, it was different, that and Dante, was starting to worry about his leadership for the past few days. Glen just made it clear to him that it was all so true. Like hell he admit it though, if anyone else had there way there be blood for his men, blood for him.

"Things are changing Glen, we can't just do things like before. There less of everything in this city and we need to think ahead as a unit not a gang."

Dante glared at him, his jaw clenched now. What more could he could say, much more. Dante was looking for a more peaceful, more organized now. The gang stuff was just simply over to him. They needed to gain there own food, maybe a garden, or a farm. They could not do this for ever, and going back to the way things were, where everyone was unorganized, and dead in the head of others. No. Dante was getting soft, he thought it was just being wiser but it was him getting soft. He bottled everything up till it released in different ways, the wrong ways. First, his emotions, into daydreams, mixed with lack of sleep. His leadership, softer, due to his regrets of memories and emotions for others, lack of sleep. His choices for today, the worst in a while, though he always thought that way when Glen did this. Like wanting David to stop thinking like that to Shizel, making Shizel and David with each other for a week? Well keeping them away would not help, he hopped Shizel would just put him in his place. Or, would they break rule number six? ...

Dante mind began to stress quicker than usual, Glen had all ready had him over thinking his leadership, he was going to get fed up with it soon. He took a breath and glared at Glen, anger in his eyes, emotions running fluid, "Look! I not putting up with your outbursts. My leadership is perfect. I don't have a doubt in my mind that the actions I had done today will backfire. The survivors will benefit us, we will gain more food, and there will be no need to be ruthless. Once day, we won't haft to threaten people at the gate with guns, that day would come sooner if I had support in it Glen."

It was an outburst, something he really did not need to have said to Glen. Dante, personally was sick of the way he ran things here, he just held it away and kept moving on. But stress, just overtook him there, an outburst that could be a bad output later on. As far as Dante knew, his members respected him to the point to obey the rules and get a simply job done. As for small events like this, they were all too questionable. How they got like that he only thought was the voice of Glen. If Glen was not happy, then Dante knew that he was in for some stupid shit. He sat there waiting for more criticizing or something else to stress him out. The dark under his eyes made his eyes heavy, he needed to rest and rethink how to move forward. Or maybe Glen was being a bitch and everything is going better than he thought. Either way Dante was in a state of stress, anger, annoyed, and insecurity. Something a leader should never have with one man. Glen seemed to have the words, the tone, the action to get to him so easily it was sad. This only made Dante even more frustrated with himself.