[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]1[/b], Infirmary
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	Upon hearing Beni's assessment of the Valkyries, as they had come to be known around Newnan (among other, more provocative titles), Ash nodded in agreement. [color=steelblue]Reserved and Colorful."[/color] he mused. [color=steelblue]"Again, you have a very diplomatic way of describing those two. They're good people, no doubt. Just sometimes, they try my damned patience. But they're good at what they do. Loyal. Trustworthy. And the both of them are brutal, unforgiving fighters. In another life..."[/color] 

	Ash stopped himself. In that moment, he realize the error or his statement. [color=steelblue]"No, they're suited to this life. Theme might have been different, but those women are impressive. I just wish they'd work on their people skills."[/color] 

	Introductions in the Infirmary done with, Ash was surprised when Froggy pulled him aside, worried about the safety of his friend and Medic, Astrid. [color=steelblue]"She'll be fine; Bridgette's with her."[/color] Ash paused, putting on a very surprised look. He never thought, under any circumstances, that he'd utter those words aloud. Trying to suppress his shock, he continued, [color=steelblue]"They traded hostages with us. It was Astrid's plan, actually. I guess Bridgette felt the same as you."[/color] 

	Ash nodded back to their guest and the armed escort. [color=steelblue]"The girls can take care of themselves. If this other group tries anything, we have their leader at gunpoint. I guarantee it won't be fast and easy. Let's wait and see. Meantime, maybe we can help each other."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] (at the side of) Franklin Rd/Hwy 34, headed west
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	Woman hanging from tree: Check
	Secluded section of road: Check
	Armed escort she didn't fully trust: Check
	Horse: Check
	Battle Sister: Check
	Quiet section of woodland: (a little [i]too[/i] quiet): Check
	Big, shiny weapons: Check and Check
	
	Good! Everything complete. This was the makings of one hell of a party. Or ambush. Probably both. Either way, Bridgette approached the scene with cautious haste. And a spear. Big one. The conversation with the lady on the end of the rope was somewhat productive. It revealed that she was alive and conscious, capable of not only speech, but irritation. Hey, AND profanity! Bonus!

	Bridgette was careful to keep a good chunk of her awareness focused outward as she spoke to the rope-lady. [color=orangered]"Dunno there, chicky. We've already got an Engineer. And a construction foreman. And some guy my sister fucked that works as a handyman. Be seeing you."[/color]

	She turned her horse around and took a tentative pace or two away from the situation. Partly because she wanted to see Astrid's reaction, or any nonverbal cue to something she may have missed. But yes, partly because she wanted to [s]mess with the girl[/s] check for the young lady's natural reaction. She turned back around, addressing the woman again. [color=orangered]"On the other hand, I [i]could[/i] use a date to the Prom, if you're into it..."[/color] she began in an only half-joking manner. [color=orangered]"Ok, you've gone and talked me into it."[/color] 

	[color=orangered][i]"Dekk meg, søs."[/i][/color][sub]1[/sub] intoned Bridgette, back over her shoulder. Then back to the woman, [color=orangered]"Alright, hold onto me. You'll be safe(ish) with us, but feel free to fuck right off if you've got somewhere to be. Try anything, you're going to wish we goddamned left you here. Cool?"[/color] 

	Bridgette had already begun to swing her spear. The rope didn't stand a chance.  

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1	=	"Cover me, Sis."
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