[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander looked at Thalia, then at Lola and back to Thalia for a few moments. He had to let it sink it what they were asking him to do in order to get their trust. Well really it was the MRE-cocco that was the carrot hung in front of him, but completing it was perhaps a way to show that he was willing to give something back. Even if it was just to go and find a tea-set. [color=662d91]"Really?"[/color] was his initial response, taking another sip of his wonderful plastic bag of coffee. But quickly he drank the rest of his instant-coffee, folded the plastic into his pocket, and jumped off the tank. 

[color=662d91]"Roger that, Sergeant. Thalia. And here, if you want to get hold of me without having to shout. I'll be coming back for it, just so you know."[/color] Alexander said to both of them as he pulled up the spare walkie-talkie he had carried around, checking the batteries and tuning it to the same frequency as his personal radio before handing it to either of them. It couldn't hurt to be on the safe side, right? So with his fire axe in his hand, he walked off.

He couldn't believe that he was doing this; going on a search for cups and tea-sets in order to gain a small bag of chocolate, and more hopefully their trust. And of course it was the ones with the tank that told him that. It reminded him all too much of the tankers who made the grunts do the dirty work, while themselves sat back and listened to the radio. And just like back then, all he could do was to accept the order and complete it. The world didn't seem to change. 

He decided to check out the house that had given him the sudden urge for a cup of coffee. It could have been a sign, for had he not just then gotten that coffee he wished for? As he trodded through the snowy path he had left, he looked back to where the Stuart was meant to be. Hidden behind a large pile of snow, he wasn't surprised that he hadn't seen it. He turned back to the building he was about to search, looking through the frosted windows. It was difficult to see anything, partly because of the darkness inside. Just his luck. It was only one way in then; Alexander walked over to the door, and tried to open it.