[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/bcfab66a674d39bfaaddc28bd62d4470/tumblr_inline_ne41kcr5UN1s5par2.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]1[/b] (Cells) -> Outer Wall, Main Gate [/center][hr][hr] The second that Ash received notice through his walkie about a biker gang(?) at the front gate, another man entered the room. It was the same fellow from back at the Mess Hall he instructed to relieve the sentry at the Cells, when he was done eating. The guy had excellent timing, had to hand it to him. As much as Ash would have loved to give a long list of Dos and Don'ts, he was really needed elsewhere. Instead, he kept his instructions brief, and out of Ryan's line of sight: [color=steelblue]"This man talks an amazing quality of bullshit. Do not engage, verbal or otherwise, and to not go near the cell for any reason. He's had food and water recently and he's in good health. If he tries to escape, shoot him. Someone will relieve you in about two hours, if not sooner."[/color] The good Captain responded to the radio with a simple [color=steelblue]"Understood. En route."[/color] He exited the Courthouse about a minute later, just in time to see a heavily armed Bridgette with the new guy, headed east. His own duties took him south, so he didn't bother with pleasantries. Instead, he took off at a jog. Once clear of the Inner Wall, Ash drew his .45 pistol, and resumed his jog. With enemy combatants penetrating the Outer Wall, seemingly at will, he wanted to take as few chances as possible. Upon reaching the Main Gate, he motioned to the sentry on duty, and took two or three deep breaths to regulate his visible air intake. Satisfied that he was putting the most assertive version of himself out there for the benefit of new (and potentially hostile) people, Ash ascended the station. He allowed for a handful of seconds to scan the group below him, take in numbers, notice what he could notice about them. He thumbed on his Walkie, intoning with a quiet, even voice, [color=steelblue]"Security team, get in place at the Main Gate, prepare to receive guests, status unknown."[/color] And then to the people assembled below, [color=steelblue]"Whomever speaks for your group, now is a good time."[/color] [hr][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] Parking Lot between [b]10[/b] (Medical Garden) and Gilbert Street - Present location of his Smoker [/center][hr][hr] Black James smiled a broad "Thank You" at Ms. Sally and Kris, then began loading the cart down with yummy, smoky meat. The animal itself was mostly disarticulated, resulting in two major facts for the endeavor: 1) The venison was very well penetrated with aromatics, and 2) It took considerably more than one pass to transfer it off of the smoker. Years past, he would have never dreamed of grilling freshly car-harvested deer while equipped for a sustained battle. Just never occurred to him. Now, it seemed like the logical thing to do. Commonplace, even. Woodaxe, 9mm, Barret, large knife, and sweet, smoky venison. Hell of a day. While moving meat to cart, James suddenly remembered the animal's hide, which he had field dressed quite effectively. The AHA moment hit his face quite visibly, resulting in the immediate retrieval of the fur bearing skin and its deposit on the lower tier of the cart. He quickly finished loading the meat. The last piece, a fatty section of belly meat, rose from the grilltop with a little more difficulty than the rest of it. Maybe that section of the smoker wasn't oiled quite as well as it should have been. Reason notwithstanding, part of it stuck. James carefully prodded it with a nearby spatula to loosen the hold of steel to meat, with some success. A second set of tongs joined the efforts, and the hunk of doey goodness found itself transported toward the cart once again. Halfway there, a slice - generous amount for a taste, small for a portion, detached itself and struck the blacktop with a squishy plop. The Smokemaster Blackneck completed the meat's journey nonetheless, then returned to see the fate of the fallen portion. Both it and Schrodinger were missing, naught but a moist spot on the ground to prove that either of them had been there in the first place. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d5/b4/78/d5b478ac0063ce48f5bab3cb5648b0a1.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]2[/b] Gilbert Street, in front of Building [b]1[/b] -> Eastern Outer Wall [/center][hr][hr] [color=orangered]"Well, aren't you a sweetie?"[/color] Bridgette responded. There was no trace of flirtation in her voice, no hint that she was actually trying to get anywhere with the man. Nor was it sarcasm; it had more of a ring of disinterested conversational filler. She had a job to do, and now that she had an extra set of hands on it, she wanted it over and done with quickly. Much more to do, even after it got dark. This task, however, couldn't wait that long. The smell of James's meatsmithery definitely caught her attention. Oh yeah, she would have to get some of that later on. Bridgette bet that it would go awesomely with one or more of those fresh peaches back on her kitchen table. Her gaze lingered for more than a couple seconds; urgency of the moment snapped her back out if it. She shook her head and readied to mount Cadence. [color=orangered]"My name is Bridgette. I work metal here, among other things. Hey, grab that stepladder there? And keep up. We're on the fucking clock, here."[/color] The impatient lady rested her spear in Cadence's tack, with others, placed her sawed-off into a saddlebag with the handle readily available, and practically leapt atop the saddle. [color=orangered]"Time to cruise, Jack. Don't worry, he won't go faster than a brisk walk."[/color] True to word, the horse kept slow. She led him just outside the eastern part of the Inner Wall before initiating, [color=orangered]"Yeah... Over there is where Ash makes most of his homebrew, and some [i]really good shit[/i], too. But we're going south till we hit Salbide, and East till we hit the Wall. Shouldn't be but a little while. Something happens, you take that path back. Buildings out here can corner you right the fuck in, if you don't know your way around. Alright, let's go."[/color] Bridgette began leading Jack down the beaten path, hopefully to very quickly locate and weld shut the offending piece of steel keeping them safe from the Dead.