[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c0c0c0]The Great Bazhooli[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]7[/b] (Rec Center) -> Gilbert Street, in front of Building [b]1[/b]
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	The Great Bazhooli heard exactly what everyone else did. His reaction was, to begin with, hesitation. What could he do? I mean, he was getting along great with the few people he spoke to. Laughs, even. The stone face guard they posted on him didn't seem like so bad of a guy, either, except that he was holding the man's stuff hostage until the head man gave him an interview. And that was another thing. This poor guy has to follow him around, hold his stuff (which must be getting [i]super[/i] heavy by now), and wait to shoot him dead if he happens to act in an aggressive manner. Now that the guy he's been calling "Captain" is going away, it promised to be soo much longer. 

	He couldn't help, he reasoned, if he wasn't part of the community. And he wouldn't be part of the community until this guy gives his say-so. He couldn't do that if he was gone, and he sure as hell couldn't do that if he was dead. But Bazhooli still hesitated. Jack had already left the building. He couldn't wait anymore. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"Tatiana, if I stay, I am disgraced. I vant this to be home. Cannot juggle bowling pins vhile others are in trouble. I follow Jack. Vill vatch out for him. Am his Best Man, yes?"[/color] 

	The Great Bazhooli stood up to his full height and assumed an air of performance-like arrogance. He spun on his heels and began to stride confidently toward the door. Without stopping, he snapped his fingers above his head and spoke in haughty tones to the guard assigned him. [color=c0c0c0]"Come, styuard. We go to the Big Man."[/color]

	The instructions over the radio clearly said to meet him in front of the Courthouse in five. And so he was. On the way there, he had worked out a speech, full of impassioned words and dramatic arm gestures, in grand Russian tradition of sentimentality and promises of grandeur. He was stopped dead in his tracks by Ash. 

	[color=steelblue]"Interview. Didn't forget."[/color] he snapped at the odd Cossack. Ashton looked over to the guard assigned him, still dutifully doing his job. [color=steelblue]"You want your interview?"[/color] he asked, grabbing the great, bear fur bundle from the guard. He shoved it into The Great Bazhooli's chest. The second that the kinda Russian's hands came up, he let go. [color=steelblue]"Then come with me. Your interview's on the road."[/color] 

	Well, that was easy. And terrifying.  

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]C[/b] (His House) -> Building [b]6[/b], Armory
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	[color=firebrick]"Yes'm, Miss Zoie. Be right there."[/color] answered James, changing his direction at a run. Lord, how he hated to run. Running and speaking into a radio - just not his thing. It is why, when Ash addressed him, it came with moderate annoyance. [color=steelblue]"While you're there, James, grab us a couple sacks of molotovs. If the Dead have them, I want to light 'em up. If the living have them... [i]I want to light 'em up[/i]."[/color]

	[color=firebrick]"Yessir, Cap'n Ash."[/color] he breathed heavily. Run run run, that's what he seemed to do anymore. Unless it was [i]toward[/i] food or [i]away[/i] from Walkers, James really didn't have that much use for it. The exception, of course, being when the guy in charge needs something. Obviously. Otherwise, he wouldn't be running. 

	His demeanor was positive, if a bit serious, as he entered the Armory. The first thing he did was reacquire his Barret Heavy Sniper System. The second was turn to Zoie. [color=firebrick]"Aight mama, lay 'em on me."[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Gilbert Street, in front of Building [b]1[/b]
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	The volunteers had begun to arrive. Ash was pleased when he saw the immediate turnout of long-standing members of the community, coming to support relative newcomers. What surprised him, if just a little, were the extremely recent ones coming to aid people that they hadn't known but for a couple of hours, if even that. Jack Hudson was the first. When he offered his services, Ash quietly nodded. 

	[color=steelblue]"Head to the Armory. Get your things. Equip yourself as best Tom will allow otherwise."[/color] 

	Bazhooli came next. He returned the odd man's belongings, and likewise sent him to the Armory. He would trust the newer people or he wouldn't, either or both. If these people, Jack and Bazhooli, wished to assist in the recovery, then more power to them. From a more tactical standpoint, if he reduces their forces within the wall to accomplish this, he would rather the newer, less established ones come with him - if they were of unstable morale or not trustworthy, the city itself would be safer. Likewise, he would see firsthand the mettle of these people, how well they worked with others, and their competency. If Ash returned at all, it would be with a greater understanding of these new people. Well, if [i]they[/i] returned at all. 

	[color=steelblue]"Any more volunteers, radio in. I will need one or two on light vehicle to act as advance scout."[/color]

	Ash looked across the street to his crowning achievement of engineering, sitting in the parking lot in front of the Auto Service building. Yeah, it was time to bring her back into active duty.