[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Main Gate -> Building [b]A[/b] (Ash's House)
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	Ash nodded when Thana picked up her bag, and followed her out of his house. He gave a good, long pause while she had her conversation with Miss Sally. Even when Sally addressed Ash about sending Thana over to her after they were through, it was apparent that input on the situation was not necessary. That conversation was between those two women; Ash just happened to be standing there. Afterwards, Ash played the dutiful escort and led his new guest down to the main gate. Curiously, the place where the day's drama began. 

	He gave the order to remove guard from the redneck snowmobile, and in an unusual turn of event, ordered the return of her blade and sidearm. Such a thing was virtually unheard of for new people, but rest assured Ash had his own reasons. Nonetheless, he remained calm and resolute while receiving odd looks from Jim and the security detail. 

	What did give him a second's pause was the mammoth brick of Uncle Sam's finest Papa Plastique. He has passing familiarity in the use of explosives; Army training had glossed over it only so far as it was needed to fulfill his duties as an Engineer. He was not an Explosive Ordinance man, but he had worked with several such personnel. This brick was enough to destroy any three dwellings in Newnan with a single button press. He stared at it, hefting it in his hand. As it was, he could hit it with a hammer, even set it on fire if he wanted to. Safe and stable. But put a detonator on it or pass a threshold electrical current through this in the right place - kaboom. The raw, awesome possibilities of this Brick of Boom were not lost on him. 

	It even got Ash thinking about their old friends in Peachtree City. One day soon, they would have to clear out Eden. They had people now. Ammunition was low, though. [color=steelblue][i]Stealth and knives, Captain. Why do you think you've been training like you have? Cardio, sneaking, bow, blade? You're preparing. We're preparing. Don't wait too long and miss your window. Try to protect this one.[/i][/color] They would have to locate munitions soon, else get a lot of people a lot better with bows and arrows. Still, not a total substitute for a good rifle, and more cumbersome than a pistol. 

	His mind snapped back to the less unhinged present. [color=steelblue]"Yes ma'am. We have an armory. I do have some concerns with riding bitch back into my own compound, though."[/color] Ash cracked the barest of smiles on one side of his face, and climbed in anyway. [color=steelblue]"You can park that in front of my house for now, until we get you settled in. [i]If[/i], of course. We'll find a tarp to cover it up with later. Oh yeah, remember that Miss Sally wanted to see you, after."[/color]

	It was probably a jovial sight, Ash on the backseat of a makeshift snowmobile. One he would have to hear about later, he would have put money on. 	



[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Parking Lot between [b]10[/b] and Gilbert Street (present location of his smoker) 
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	The grin that spread across Newnan's resident blackneck was genuine. It was infectious. It was pure, unadulterated bliss. Such a look could only come from one thing, and that thing was known by most all of the community's inhabitants, newer and older alike: 

	[color=firebrick]"MEAT'S READY!!!"[/color] 

	Granted, it would need a little rest time, but that would just give James enough time to get the grits rolling and his other, assorted culinary sundries. There would be many a preserved food that got the Grady treatment in about an hour, making them more palatable, and of course, there were drop biscuits to be dropped. And biscuited. Eventually, he was going to have to clean up a bit; wash the cooking smoke from his skin and hair, change into something slightly [url=https://tackyweddings.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/rtjacketvestbowtiepants1.jpg?w=450]more formal[/url] and prepare to join the rest of the party. With the single exception of doling out the first few cuts of meat, of course. 

	He spoke into his walkie for the first time in a while. [color=firebrick]"Hey hey, y'all. Gots the good news. Meat is smoky, sweet, and ready to eat. Leastaways it will be by time it rests, so I'm needin' some folks move it to hot holdin' over at the Mess, y'dig? Thank ya!"[/color] James had a few more things to pull off, but the lion's share of labor was over and done with. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff8c00]Schrödinger[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]A[/b] (Ash's House)
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	Yes. His little gambit had paid off. If they noticed his presence before, they said nothing. And if they didn't... Well, mission accomplished anyway. Like most things, there were positives and negatives associated with it. On the positive side, the two of them had left the house all to Schrodinger, all by his lonesome. The run of alpha's house was his. On the negative side, the hearth had been allowed to burn low. 

	No matter. The tile in front of the fireplace was still reasonably warm. Warmer than anywhere else he felt like moving to at that moment, anyway. He could have curled up in one of the chairs the Humans were sitting in earlier, take advantage of their remaining body heat, but this seemed to make more sense. He had eaten recently, avoided near-certain injury from a flying piece of electronics, and kitty ninja'ed his way into a generally restricted place. Yup, life was good. If only Schrodinger could find a female with which to examine more of life's possibilities, he could finally give that abandoned stuffed bunnyrabbit a break. At least for a while. 

	But for now, he found a smooth, warm spot. He had it all to himself, for however long that would be. And that wasn't bad at all. [color=darkorange]"Meow."[/color][sub]1[/sub]

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1	=	"This will suffice for the meantime."
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