[hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1] [img]http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/avp/images/9/92/Mike_aliens_3.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130414051040[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] Vivian, Leann, Maria [/center][hr] Ashton curtly thanked Vivian for the list and regarded it briefly before tucking it into a pocket. Seemed like the standard stuff he'd gone to find on earlier runs; he would just have to get a little more creative with the search this time. Ash wasn't a huge fan of Viv's, granted, but the two were interesting, symbiotic parts in the Newnan Community. She needs, he gets, town was better off. He turned to Maria, ready to head off, when the familiar sound of his prized feat of apocalypse-survival engineering growled to life, [i]the second[/i] that Lt. Colonel McCormick appeared to give him a sendoff. She turned to observe Ash's Hordebuster, awake and mobile, moving toward the outer gate. The good Captain leaned his head to one side, squinting, trying to see who was suicidal enough to move his baby without his permission. He could make out dark skin and a cowboy hat in the driver's seat, a more feminine silhouette to his side. Alicia and James. Of course. James would have to break into his rooms for the keys, else hotwire it. Plus, he had his own vehicle here, adequate to fit the needs of this run. Alicia bunked with Ash; it had been that way for a while now. She could have easily pocketed the keys. Alicia would answer for this, yes indeed. She would answer, but not to Leann. The Lady in Charge might be within her rights to put a bullet in her skull, or something slightly less unsavory. [color=a187be]"When in the hell did they get authorization to take Buster out?"[/color] asked Leann, staring directly at Ash. Rising anger was plain on his face. It couldn't be hidden, but perhaps the real reason for it could be misdirected, if only slightly. [color=steelblue]"That'd be me, Ma'am. I said something pretty vague about the vehicle, they obviously misread it. This will be handled, [i]by me[/i], when we all get back."[/color] His accent tended to flare more when he was irritated. Right then his native Virginian was at Rhett-Level intensity. Captain Holloway flashed a salute to his CO and growled [color=steelblue]"Ma'am."[/color], immediately turning heel and hopping into the SUV. Alicia would pay, but in a manner appropriate to the offense. Right now he needed to cool off, get emotion out of his decision making process. Throw his head into work? Yes, please. He started the SUV and set his rifle in the backseat, then looked over to his partner for the run, Maria. She had similar taste in firearms, it seemed. He gunned the Honda out onto the road, making haste to leave Newnan and get to work. [color=steelblue]"M4 Carbine? Very nice. Glad you brought your bow, too. One of us should be able to kill quiet."[/color] They passed the gates just in time to see the 'Buster round a turn out of sight. This was not the best beginning to their day. The only upside: James and Alicia had a better chance of speed and safety. [hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1] [img]https://v.cdn.vine.co/r/avatars/6AE78329E91063505631975227392_pic-r-1396533712688c4afde8ecf.jpg.jpg?versionId=ZnGOSit0zozlhxpJk0w6QVx4cSozVRdq[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] On the road just south of Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] Alicia [/center][hr] The Hordebuster continued unerringly on its path, as its driver, the larger-than-life Black James(!) vocalized the bassline to a popular Johnny Cash ditty. He danced (rather, spasmed) with inexpert proficiency while driving the rig, making stupid faces birthed of childish glee and an attempt to elicit a smile from Alicia. [color=firebrick]"Bom bom bombombombom bom bom, bom bom bom bombom... The ring of fire, the ring of fire."[/color] [hr][center][h1][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/h1] [img]http://media.giphy.com/media/wbomIbUs5Bc2I/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] Meg [/center][hr] El Jefe took the map from Meg, turning it around once and folding it to expose only the section relevant to their travel that day. He tossed his few supplies into the floor of the passenger side of the truck and climbed in, careful to angle his longer blades for safety and ease of retrieval. [color=orangered]"North to 34. Head west. Straight shot. Lemme know if you need something stabbed."[/color] Caesar leaned back, seemingly resting his eyes as the truck pulled away from Newnan and onto the open road.