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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was able to obtain some paper and a pen for jotting down notes. He was going over ideas to help the others organize this place.  There was no schedule in place for one, and that Chief had a great idea for the differing shifts. Then he'd always respect the sentiments of a fellow Navy man anyway. He was currently in the Observation Deck, continuing to take notes, and often pacing back and forth.

Thinking of flying around the city again for some periphral views.

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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Just like everybody else on here. Want to figure out what's going on, and when the hell we're going home."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Is that right?" Sawyer inhales another drag.

"So, what happens once ya figure all that out, Abe? How long before the politician starts runnin' the show? Playin' everybody against everybody to get what he wants. How long before you screw everyone else over and then tell us it's for our own good?"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Why would would I want to do that?" Puzzled look from him. Even though something in his eyes suggested otherwise. However it still wouldn't work in his favor at the moment to try something else. Nobody would be helped.

"Wouldn't work anyway."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? Says who?"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Already saw what happens when people are divided in close quarters. Nothing gets done, and it's all chaos. Makes more sense to organize everybody."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but that's what politicians are good at, Abe. Organizin' everybody, convincin' 'em that they are the ones who should in charge. Get 'emselves a nice little flock of sheep. And then, when the devil comes a'knockin'...guess who are the first ones to the slaughter."

He leaned forward in his seat.

"You got an angle here, Harvard. I know ya do. I know your type. You don't give a damn about any of these people any more than I do. You're just playin' Mr. Nice-Guy to keep 'em from tossin' you out an airlock. I know it, and you know it. And I just want you to know, I want in. Any deals that get made, any ways outta here we find, we do it together. 'Cause I ain't gettin' left behind."

He paused to take another drag.

"You and me gonna be partners, Abe."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Annapolis."

Nathan then explained, "I graduated from Annapolis. US Naval Academy before I served."

He gave him an assessing glance, studying him.

"Everybody often has an angle, and yours is what? Figuring to keep in somebody's good graces after that display of yours at the meeting? What are you bringing to the table?"

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"My angle is the same as yours: to get out of here alive," Sawyer replied.

"And, unlike the rest of the people on this boat, you and I both know that--whether they'd like to admit or not--there's not a person here that wouldn't sell the rest of us out if it meant saving themselves or their friends. You know the only reason Tinker Bell is still in charge is because the ship put her there. And this whole 'command structure' crap is only gonna work as long as people think it's workin' in their favor. The minute it doesn't, Tinker Bell's days in charge are numbered.

"Which means everyone else will be lookin' for someone else to lead 'em or it'll turn into a free-for-all. Someone they think is a 'good guy.' And every 'good guy' needs a 'bad guy,' and who better to be Mr. Popular's bad guy than Mr. Unpopular. Like you said, most of the crew already hates me."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan placed his hands on his hips, and seemed to continue considering Sawyer's words. Sawyer wasn't the first nor the last to be giving him lines like this. Requests, favors. Or having not so nice associates.

"A business partnership. I think something can be arranged."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Glad we can see eye-to-eye," Sawyer said, sucking another drag out of his cigarette before grinding it out on the sofa. "Just don't go gettin' any ideas about turnin' coat on me. I can spot a knife in the back just as quickly as you can, Harvard."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Duly noted," He nodded, not really surprised.

And well Nathan being a Petrelli was very familiar with the fine art of manipulation and backstabbing.