[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Northern Parking Lot of Building [b]4[/b] (Repair Shop)
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	There was a narrowing of vision from Ash as he looked down at James, still kneeling in the accumulating slush. He was aware of  Thana's hand on his shoulder, barely hearing her advising him to lower his weapon. What he [i]could[/i] hear was the steady thumping of his pulse in his ears. Even after he took the shot, he was still looking down at him, his face mixing emotions, different ones as each second passed. Even though some time had passed, that gunshot seemed to echo in his ears. It was stupid, firing his gun when he didn't intend to kill with it. It was a stupid, emotional decision. He couldn't even afford to waste the bullet, if it came down to it. He didn't give consideration to the people still asleep, or the sentries who just heard a gun report inside the Inner Wall. Stupid, stupid, stupid. At least it would serve to get Security out this way, so that he could get the messy business of James's banishment over and done with, maybe have himself a nice emotional breakdown later at having to kick the best friend he'd known since the Outbreak out of civilization, into what amounted to something near a death sentence anyway. 

	He really didn't want to. [i]Really didn't[/i]. Hell, he might have agreed with his actions, under different circumstances. Check that; Ash knew full well about despair and the darkness of one's inner mind. Despite this, his friend was still acting in (what he thought was) the best interests of Newnan. But James crossed a line. He flat-out [i]murdered[/i] somebody. That stops the train in its tracks. 

	Snapping him into greater awareness of his surroundings, Ash's and James's radios went off. At first, the speaker used a more native sounding French, but it soon switched to the more locally familiar English. Ash sighed, lowering his gun to his side, and thumbed on his own walkie on general signal to answer. [color=steelblue]"Everyone stand down. That was me. Froggy, I want a security and a domestic detail assembled, have them meet us in front of the Repair Shop."[/color] His voice had grown stoic. It was his go-to standard when he had to attend to official business or when something compromising occurred. This counted as both. 

	His professional stoicism was tested sorely when a stranger walked right up to them. Tell fellow with a Texan accent that seemed to really know Thana well. Too well. Too well in an "I thought you were dead and still love you" kind of way. Thana's reaction appeared stunned, more than anything else. It didn't show on his face except in the most minute of detail, but after last night and this morning, it was a solid punch to his nethers. But at the moment, all he could do was deal with the emergency at present, and address this new development as he was able. The stranger brought with him a single member of the Security team, leading Ash to believe that this was one of the new people from last night that he delegated to Froggy. He wasn't given an entrance interview, and so he required a security presence. One thing at a time. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=firebrick]Location:[/color][/b] Northern Parking Lot of Building [b]4[/b] (Repair Shop)[/center][hr][hr]

	James considered getting back up from his knees a few times, seeing as Ash had already passed sentence on him and it didn't include his brains decorating the landscape. It wasn't until he fully lowered his weapon that the sorrowful James actually risked a motion. Very carefully, he removed his own pistol, a serviceable 9mm Glock, and slowly passed it over to the Captain. [color=firebrick]"Just until I'm out the walls, ok? This needs to go smooth, Bossman. For everybody."[/color] Ash took the weapon and tucked it into his belt, nodding slightly. His gaze drifted back to the new guy and Thana, as did James's. 

	He had figured out that something was going on with Ash and Thana, or at least he had suspicions. It wasn't until he saw the microexpression on Ash's face - he was probably the only person in the world that could read something so subtle on the man - that it confirmed those suspicions. And then, Gavin happened. James looked to Ash, and his heart broke a little for the man. Even though he was exiling James from Newnan, he was still his friend. A friend he probably wouldn't ever see again in about an hour. [color=firebrick]"I'm real sorry, man. That's gotta be a sackslap."[/color] he said quietly.