[hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ash[/color], [color=olive]Lorna[/color], & [color=DC143C]Dexter[/color][/h1] [img]http://41.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp3cqcE0zu1r0esouo2_250.jpg[/img], [img]http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5900000/RE-Extinction-promo-s-claire-redfield-5972449-266-400.jpg[/img], & [img]http://i.imgur.com/kq4MyaO.png[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan [b]Interacting With:[/b] All present in the Courthouse [/center][hr] It was risky, what the new Kukri Lady had planned. But, far be it for Ash to rain on the parade of a woman he'd just met who had proposed something unnecessarily dangerous, particularly when that danger was focused on herself, taking some of the heat off of his people. Ash's priority was the safety of the existing Newnanites, plus the two newcomers he believed he could trust; Lorna and Kris. If anyone else was willing to help, great. Today seemed to be all about earning one's place in Newnan. The Captain laid his hands on the shiny railing of the stray gurney Zoie had mounted. He had gotten on to others about leaving them about, but it was a good day for exceptions, at least with the small rules. He glanced over their strike team, such as it was. Zoie: their resident stunt vaulter, Meg: their Wheel Man (lady), Lorna: the Occidental Samurai, Dexter: a Guy with a Hammer, and Himself: Man With Gurney. Well, when Man With Gurney speaks, people react. And just now, Man With Gurney needed Lorna to brace the door open while he shoved a redneck gal through it, hopefully over the approaching Dead. Before they got to it, Ash gave a few quick directions to those involved. [color=steelblue]"Kris, you've been great so far. We're almost done here. When we're out, lock up after us. Stick near Caesar or your sister, they'll keep you safe." "Lorna! Keep our way open till Zoie's airborne, then join me up front. Got some stabbing to do." "Dex, you help me with the gurney. When it's clear, rotate it sideways and keep knocking them back. Me and Lorna will be right beside you splitting heads." "Meg, you stay behind Hammerguy. Get your keys ready." [/color] Ashton looked around at all the faces assembled. Some were familiar, some weren't. But they all looked nervous. Hell, they'd be stupid not to. Or Caesar. He was asking a lot of the newer people, more than he was comfortable asking. They weren't his people to command unless they chose it for themselves, and really, no one chose any of this. The members of the community knew their duties and responsibilities, and the risks that came with being part of Newnan. These new people? They were just stuck in a bad situation. Ash really hoped he could do right by them in the meantime. But, uncertainty be damned. Like it or not, they had a battle to fight. [color=steelblue]"Here's the plan: Fight our way to the truck. It's a straight shot to the corner from that door. Hit the Armory. It's always manned, and the most secure building in town - the Bank, next block north. We suit up. If need be, hose each other down in guts and walk freely. Then we clean house. With me? [i]Remember[/i], we still have the prisoner in here somewhere. He's hurt and he ain't happy. Neutralize." [/color] Lorna took position next to the front dropgate, already unlatching the locking mechanism. With varying degrees of anxiety, Dexter assisted Ash, each taking a side of Zoie's gurney, ready for her Radio Flyer spaceship ride through the courthouse vestibule and into the moaning throng of living dead outside. The makeshift portcullis was already beginning to raise as Ash took a deep breath. [color=steelblue]"Get ready to pick off any that get inside, ok!"[/color] called Ash behind him, working himself up for the venture in front of him. He unsheathed his machete and lay it on the gurney, close at hand for the instant he transitioned from support to attacker.[color=steelblue]"And.... GO!"[/color] [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] Newnan Courthouse Clocktower [b]Interacting With:[/b] Rifle Scope [/center][hr] James caught outside movement, hiding on and off as the blur of motion made its way toward the Armory. Unwilling to pick off one of their own, James peered through the new rifle's superior scope, ready to identify and potentially cover or destroy. [color=firebrick]"C'mon, you..."[/color] he whispered, [color=firebrick]"Gimmie somethin' to look at..."[/color] From down below, he thought he heard Ash's voice mention something about the prisoner loose in the building. [color=firebrick]"Watching that six. Heardja, bossman."[/color] He risked a wary glance below, before returning to scan the outside. James would feel much better once he got someone to help hold his position. Then again, he'd feel much better with a hard beverage and safe walls, too. One thing at a time.