[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]A[/b] (Ash's House)
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	Ash could see the difficulty shaping up. He was expecting a reaction from a very small number of the group assembled, prepared for it, if it turned into something violent. Everything considered, it was better to have this done now, out in the open. Likewise, if an example had to be set, he wanted that as public as possible. He had intended to shut down any insubordinate behavior with swift and deliberate action. If it was necessary, Ash had few problems with hasty, impromptu capital punishment. Any reservations in this regard hovered around the fact that he didn't want the new lady to assume that Newnan was ruled through tyrannical violence. Then again, these little misunderstandings could be reevaluated at a later time. 

	He saw Richard making his move. Probably the first time that he had ever taken the initiative to be up at the front, and in the most ass way possible. Just before Victor called out to him, Ash had surreptitiously drawn his service pistol and turned to the side. The action did not hide the fact that he had pulled a gun in the least. It merely shielded the firearm from the direct view of onlookers in front of his house and demonstrated hesitation to point it directly at someone. Yet. 

	Then something surprising happened inside of the grim Captain. Surprising to himself, anyway. Ash was never one for empathy. This is probably why it smacked him like a wet sack of flour. Like most of his emotions, however, he kept the lion's share of it tucked away. He looked down upon Richard and, for just a moment, understood. Ash made no move to put away his gun, but he did address the man. 

	[color=steelblue]"No, Richard."[/color] His voice was assertive but soft. [color=steelblue]"Looks like her, but no. Give her some space."[/color]