[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]2[/b] (Mess Hall)
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	Ash took the list of the day's dead, examining it with the totality of his capacity for objective thought. A couple of these people he'd been with from the founding of the Newnan settlement. Others he had known for less time, but felt closer to for reasons of which he was uncertain. They were good people, every single one of them. Even that circus performer seemed like a decent guy, but in truth Ash didn't actually know him, more than anyone can know someone over the space of a drive in the country. He'd be interred as one of Newnan's anyway, he decided. Ash was planning on accepting Bazhooli into the fold after a successful run. Technically, it did succeed. But that aside, there was a glaring point of logistics in all of this death. 

	They had a lot of job openings. 

	Of course, stoic as the grim Captain was, he possessed enough personal insight to realize that his decision making abilities, so far as trust and reading people were concerned, were compromised. It was very possible that he needed someone a little more easygoing to give him an assist, ask relevant questions he would overlook in his state and get him to back off if needed. Left alive and nearby, they had one Lead that wasn't doing something vital. Ash spoke into his radio. 

	[color=steelblue]"Mr. Grady, would you please report to the Mess Hall to help conduct entrance interviews? Need that on the quick."[/color] 

	From James's point of view, this was a bit of a shock. It wasn't the first time he'd been in the room during these interviews, but it was the first time he was radioed for personally. Most of the time, Ash just took care of this on his own; he was a pretty good judge of character and had a knack for convincing people that he meant business. But he was in an unusual state, recently. James couldn't quite out his finger on it, but something was [i]off[/i] about that man lately. 

	[color=firebrick]"Yeahboss..."[/color] he called back into his walkie. [color=firebrick]"Um, boss? I got half yo' shit across the parking lot here, what you want me to do?"[/color] 

	Back in the Mess Hall, Ash sighed. He took his free hand and pinched the bridge of his nose as if trying to ward of an incoming headache, and exhaled a breath with a whispery, protracted [color=steelblue]"...damnit..."[/color] The annoyed Captain broadbanded the frequencies on his radio, addressing everyone within hearing distance of one throughout Newnan. [color=steelblue]"I want two people from Domestic to take over for James, reloading and reprovisioning the Hordebuster. Make sure something decent from the Distillery features prominently in those provisions."[/color]

	Ash respecified the frequency. [color=steelblue]"Are we good, James?"[/color] 

	[color=firebrick]"Yeah boss, we good. Be there soon as I get my shirt on."[/color]