[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] Exterior Building [b]1[/b] [/center][hr][hr]

	Well, the first part of the mission was done, they had located the keys and radio that had once belonged to James, and said former possessions were on their way to meet them. Ash had plans that revolved around speaking with Jack about his new role as Newnan's Second while they both made their way around town, collecting what needed to be collected and locating Thana to pass them along. As the situation had it, fate was drawing them all to the same place, directly in front of the Main Building. 

	Thana's approach to him directly drew his full attention. Despite the professional posture he assumed when working, Ash could feel his breath quickening slightly, a thing which he immediately suppressed as best he could, though were one very observant, one might be able to see his eyes dilating the second she spoke to him. He had it pretty bad. Her request for a moment so that she could update was reasonable and respectfully offered, and he was greatly inclined to accept. He was in fact about to do just that when he heard the door behind them open. Ash froze in place. 

	There was no immediate voice from the doorway. Good news was often blurted. Just as often, people hesitated with bad news. Following Thana's indication, he slowly turned toward the door and saw the look on Froggy's face. It was one of utter downfall. Ash knew. He nodded his head to the man, who was obviously distraught. [color=steelblue]"I'm sorry."[/color] he said quietly as his military posture drooped. It was details with Ash; if you didn't know him well, you would assume that he wasn't touched by anything. But those in the know would tell you that Ash just took an emotional hit. There was a ton of respect for that woman; she had been there since the beginning. He nodded knowingly at Froggy, understanding the full meaning of his expression.

	Ash straightened as best he could and absently wiped the corner of one eye. Turning back to Thana, [color=steelblue]"Yes, I have a moment, Commander Martin. What do you have for me?"[/color] 



[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=firebrick]Location:[/color][/b]  Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority) [/center][hr][hr]

	The proficiency with which Ryan blew through that lock gave James a bit of pause. He didn't say anything about it, though the look on his face showed that he was duly impressed. That kind of a display would have given him more than pause, were they still within the walls of Newnan, but out here it was just one more skill in the pile of survival strategies they had at their disposal. The rules were different out here. James knew that better than most. Still, he regarded Ryan with the tiniest amount of suspicion at first, until he realized that all of their histories, good and bad, were going to contribute to their chances of seeing another dawn. 

	James stepped up to the huge, steel service doors. He grabbed hold of one of the central handles and, with a grunt, began to haul the rolling door upward. Sunlight touched the inside of the building, revealing what many would consider an interesting sight. Among other items of note, the center of the storage area sported a sizeable [i]houseboat[/i]. It was situated on a wheeled boat trailer with solid core tires, set up as if ready for transport. [color=firebrick]"Aight. This what we here for. We set this up a ways back, thinkin' we could use the reservoir lakes for fishin' or whatever."[/color] He began walking back to his Silverado, providing detail on the anomaly of a houseboat sitting coolly in the middle of the Newnan Utilities Warehouse. [color=firebrick]"Never got 'round to it, though. What we [i]did[/i] do was pack this rig fulla useful shit. Backup supplies, like."[/color] 

	The big truck slowly pulled into the building. [color=firebrick]"C'mon now! Let's get asses inside, scope things out an' have us a sit-down."[/color]




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	Thalia looked at Alexander as he continued speaking, mouth slightly agape and head listing to the side as the words ebbed and flowed from his mouth. Even with the Apocalypse in full swing, Thalia was pleased to note that male condescension had yet survived. No only survived, but [i]thrived[/i], and proved its continued existence by means of an old soldier explaining simple concepts such as "code names" and "radio protocol" to a younger lady who initially identified herself as a former Security Specialist with a multinational firm. Perhaps next he'd offer to show her how to use a pistol [i]all by herself[/i]. For a moment, part of her mind broke away, and she envisioned grabbing the old man by his shoulders and shaking him like a British Nanny until his eyes glazed over and the words ceased. If there was something that Thalia despised, it was being talked down to. 

	When Alexander first arrived, it looked like Lola was going to be the heavy, and Thalia the one to give him the benefit of the doubt. In and of itself that was unusual, the dark-haired machete enthusiast generally didn't trust people until they proved trustworthy, and seldom did it come to that. But now, she could feel a shift in attitude; both hers and Lola's. She seemed more at ease, while Thalia was beginning to have her doubts. 

	[color=dc143c]"The part about code names was just adorable."[/color] she stated flatly. [color=dc143c]"Really. I see our association lasting almost as long as it takes to get to those lines of smoke. If you want to tell me more about shit I already know, you've got until then."[/color] 

	[color=dc143c]"Oh, and protocol suggests that you establish handles before, not during. If that's not possible, you use a neutral handle."[/color] An abrupt change in topic, [color=dc143c]"You can ride up top - grab your shit."[/color]