[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/7026388aa79a66c4012abe155ad04193/tumblr_inline_nuo4txq39O1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Vicinity of the Front Outer Wall (Lagrange St) [/center][hr][hr]Jack sent a thumbs up at Tatiana, squinting a bit to see if he could make out anything about the mysterious Russian. Given that Tatiana didn't leap for joy, he figured that Davi wasn't the one at the gate entrance. However, his paranoia was only encouraged by that. It didn't make sense, for two Russian speakers to show up in the middle of Georgia on a random day, without any sort of prior arrangement. But then again, he'd seen stranger things during his days on the force.

Like the oddly placed hedgehog. Now [i]that[/i] had been a hell of a lot of paperwork to fill out for that particular sting operation. He shook his head slightly, recalling Sophia's question. He had been a bit distracted, nearly forgetting that the crippled girl had asked it. [color=00ff00]"Met at the DMV,"[/color] Jack said, a bit simply. [color=00ff00]"Quickest thing that evah happened there, I'd say."[/color] He chuckled a bit, but he didn't take his eyes off of Tatiana. At the first sign of trouble, he'd rush up there, ready to die for her. 

But of course, even Jack knew that dying for a loved one was easy. Living for them was the hard part. 

He couldn't help but raise an eye, seeing the newcomer enter through the gates. He had put down what seemed to be enough fur to keep a small family warm for a winter on the ground, along with assorted weapons. Not needing Tatiana to tell him this, Jack figured that the man wasn't Davi. And if he [i]was[/i], the world must have become a rather more accepting place than what it used to be. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/46d3e9baf23faa72377d58706d544044/tumblr_inline_mw0805UjNx1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: [i]Dans La Rue[/i][/center][hr][hr]The saying generally goes something along the lines of [i]"if looks could kill...[/i]" In this instance, however, the intense stares of the American ruffians practically spoke to Éd, in a language that even [i]le Chou[/i] could comprehend. The near dozen of them were rather fixated on both Lana and Amelia, and he glanced briefly at both of them, awaiting some sort of explanation. It slowly dawned on him, then, that this [i]wasn't[/i] some sort of challenge from a rival mafia group. 

It was some sort of trap! His lips curled slightly in distaste, hearing Amelia say something about chess to the men. None of it made any sense to him, but Lana's crouching stance, and the hungry gazes of the men suggested to him a few options. Clearly, they couldn't have cared less about him, a fact that he felt a bit of resentment towards. He nearly wished that the men stared at him with those vulgar expressions. 

Édouard then glanced at Amelia again, confused as to why she appeared to be speaking with them. She had been present just moments after their first car crash, and then, she blamed [i]him[/i] for the second one. His distrust boiled up, and Édouard ran his mind through the very few English phrases he knew. Lana could stay, he rather fancied the Russian beauty. He hadn't the faintest idea what she shouted at him, but he couldn't deny it was a bit arousing. 

[color=cc6699]"Girl."[/color] Édouard motioned, pointing at Amelia, and then waving towards the wannabe biker gang, as if to indicate they could have her. [color=cc6699]"C'est bien?"[/color] He supposed that, if they must, they could have Lana as well. Provided they gave him something decent as a replacement, perhaps a potted plant. 

[hider=Translations]Le Chou = The Cabbage
C'est bien? = That's good?
[i]Note on the chess reference...Roque (sounds like rock) refers to chess moves in French.[/i][/hider]