[hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Hwy 34, just outside of Franklin, GA
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Maria, Kristina, Lorna
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The highway was fairly straight and uninhabited, by the living or the dead. Ash took a few moments to study their two new companions, diverting his attention briefly to the rearview mirror as the road was level and clear. The sisters were acting like, well [i]sisters[/i], and Lorna was obviously tired, but bearing both it and recent muscle pain like a trooper. 

Lorna had let drop several clues that she might be military, not including the color with which she fluidly extolled the less ladylike parts of the English language. The clincher came when she lay her head on her shoulder - exposing the graceful curve of her neck, and the USMC tattoo just behind her ear. 

[color=steelblue]"Ma'am?"[/color] Ash began, glancing to Lorna, [color=steelblue]"Couple points of bad news: We're almost at where we're headed, that being Franklin. Need all of us on the clock. Best I can offer is freezedried MRE coffee. Also, can't help you with the painkillers, least not yet."  

"The good news: We're scouting for supplies, medical being part of that. Franklin's a small town, low population, off the beaten. There might still be things worth having. Now, I promise, the first four Naproxen we find are all you."[/color]

He did feel like an ass, denying rest to people who very plainly had a crappy day. While he did have to maintain the mission, there might be some wiggle room for biological necessities, things like sleep.

[color=steelblue]"We're five minutes out of town. Another five to get to the downtown. Unless it's crawling, that's where we're setting up base camp. Three of the spots we're hitting are right around there, so it's a good place to start. I'll brief everyone on site, soo... you've got ten to close your eyes. Wish I could do you better."[/color]

Ash wanted to give the Smiths some time to catch up. Apparently, it had been a while. Lord knows if his brothers were still alive, he'd want a few minutes without his CO's attention. For this reason, he had kept his speech directed toward Lorna. Before she drifted off into the blissful but short world of catnappery, the stoic engineer passed his extra 5.56 clips behind him. 

[color=steelblue]"Hey, Marine,"[/color] he began with lowered voice, [color=steelblue]"hang on to that carbine 'till we're home, ok? I hope we can avoid using it, but if we have to leave fast and loud, I want someone screaming OORAH carrying the damn thing."[/color]