[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Building A (Ash's House) -> Inner Gate [/center][hr][hr]

	Ash closed his eyes and leaned into Thana's kiss, feeling the heat of her breath dance across his cheek. He knew it would be the last piece of warmth and affection that didn't come with the price of guilt he would feel for a while yet, and so accepted it like  the last meal of a condemned man; with gratitude, and struggling to remember every aspect of it after it was done. He too pulled on his cap, a grey patrol cap common among the ranks of the U.S. Army. This particular one held one his rank insignia, the two bars that identified him as a Captain, once upon a time. 

	The outward demeanor of the man hardened back into the soldier that most everyone in Newnan was accustomed to seeing. It was a comforting side to him, in its own way. Professional, smart, capable. Able to make the hard choices. Ash set his expression as stone and continued out, into the colder air of the morning. 

	Coming to match pace with Thana, he had just come up alongside her when his radio addressed him. Specifically him, point of fact, informing that another Newnanite was leaving with James. It wasn't totally unexpected, but the combination of people leaving? James, Ryan, and Beatrice. They seemed unlikely allies, though he had noticed that Beatrice and James did tend to get along. Then again, James tended to get along with most everyone. It raised questions for which Ash would likely never get the answers. 

	[color=steelblue]"Yeah, he's got company."[/color] Ash said with a flat tone. He was grateful to them, to a degree, that they wouldn't let his friend go alone. [color=steelblue]"And James was living for a long time out away from people, doing what he does, before the Dead took over. A fair time after, too. You should have seen him when he first showed up at our gates. Hell of a sight."[/color] Ash was reminiscing wistfully, true, but part of him was also trying to reassure himself that James would be okay. He didn't fully believe it, though, no matter how much he wanted to. 

	As they neared the Inner Gate, Ash clicked on his radio to give a broad, city-wide address. [color=steelblue]"We have fifteen minutes, more or less, left to give James our best wishes. Anyone who wants to may come to the Main Gate at this time, regardless of duty. If you are working an essential position or security, make sure someone covers your duties. That is all."[/color] 



[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=firebrick]Location:[/color][/b] Agriculture -> Headed toward Outer Gate [/center][hr][hr]

	James took Gavin's hand and gave it a firm shake. He wasn't the type to try and overpower a man with a greeting or sign of trust like many rednecks he'd grown up with, but he did give the honest impression that had formidable Handshake Game, even among native Texans. Strong, yet respectful. As the tall man left the Agriculture Storage building, James gave some consideration to where he would immediately go, following their departure from Newnan. Would Gavin want to hit Eden immediately? Or would they set up someplace and find a way in? Whatever worked for him, James guessed. He was expecting to die that morning, anyway. 

	With mixed emotions, James walked out of storage. He could see Kristina at a short distance, and felt a little guilty. He had essentially just blown her off to talk to someone he'd just met, from what he guessed her point of view was. He began to jog over to her across Agriculture, calling, [color=firebrick]"Hey, Kris! Hey there, Kris!"[/color] Hopefully, he wasn't putting too much of a strain on his escort. Though in his defense, it would be the last opportunity he would have to do so. By the time he had gotten up to her, he was just a hair winded. Better shape than last year, for certain, but he still greatly disliked running. [color=firebrick]"Kristina, hon... You wanna walk me down?"[/color]



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	Thalia never would understand Lola's extremely open and cavalier nature involving new people. Granted, a single person slogging aimlessly through the snow muttering about coffee was comparatively less dangerous looking than other situations, but the principle remained the same. At least she had the good sense not to give away her position, hidden alongside the tank as she was. She shifted position to try and get a better vantage on the situation, wanting to hear what the man had to say before deciding to either remain hidden or make herself known. 

	As the man started talking, Thalia stood listening with a practiced ear. He wasn't giving off the markers of a man stalling, though he was repeating himself a bit. Perhaps the surprise of seeing someone in a recliner packing a submachine gun on top of a piece of refitted WWII era mobile armor does that to some people. Thalia couldn't exactly see her own face when she first saw the tank, but she probably didn't look nonchalant. Okay, she could relax some. If nothing else, the guy was alone. The two of them could handle a single guy, half numbed by the snow. 

	Stepping from behind the tread, Thalia announced her presence with a sardonic, [color=dc143c]"If this guy thanks you for not shooting him [i]one more time[/i], I swear, I'm going to shoot him."[/color] Words notwithstanding, as Thalia said this she was holstering her 9mm. The tall spear remained present, as did the hint of a hilt peeking from the back of her fitting leather jacket, but the more immediate possibility of grievous, firearm inflicted damage was tucked firmly away. [color=dc143c]My name is Thalia, Angel to my friends."[/color] she began, light Boston accent coloring her vowels. [color=dc143c]"Used to be a Security Specialist with MSS, back before. We got some water heating up, but first..."[/color] She narrowed her eyes at the man and turned her head to the side, looking him over, [color=dc143c]"You got any friends out there we should know about?"[/color]