[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]

	It was a difficult time, no doubt. Thana seemed to understand this, but it was obvious that more was on her mind. [color=steelblue]"Thank you, Commander Martin."[/color] he said respectfully, [color=steelblue]"Your keys and walkie will be delivered here momentarily. I'll debrief you later."[/color] It was an interesting notion, a lead picking their own Second. There was no rule expressly forbidding the practice, it just hadn't been done before. It made sense though, Kris had been working alongside James for a while now. She knew a lot of how he did things, not to mention that it would ease the transition for the Agricultural staff. 

	From this point on, Ash would have been content to wait patiently in awkward, depressed silence for the next chunk of time until Thana's belongings came to her, but a voice prompted him away from it. His eyes widened in utter surprise and his head snapped around to he source of the dulcet, sarcastic words, before narrowing with suspicion. It was Alicia, of course. [i]His[/i] Alicia, or used to be. That fact that she was dead notwithstanding, there she was, right in front of him. 

	Ash opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. This was [i]something[/i], but it couldn't be Alicia. Ash had put a bullet into her skull after she came back home to him, dead as stone. 

	[color=steelblue][i]This isn't me, Captain.[/i][/color] 

	Ash hadn't heard from him in a while. Okay, so maybe he was crazy. Ash's problems came from guilt, among other things. Alicia's death put him over the edge, into something far less than wholesome. That voice just seemed to stay with him after the fact, a portion of himself that was the cold, professional soldier. If that voice echoed in his head, it meant that he felt the need to be on the defensive. Or he really was crazy. Like, deep end crazy. It didn't seem to make any sense, though - Ash's lapse of sanity was due to a need to punish himself for an inability to protect those he claimed under his care. Sally died of natural causes. She lived a full life, had purpose toward the end of it, and passed away helping others. Miss Sally lived and died well, if such a thing were possible. Ash was sad that she was no longer with them. He did not feel [i]guilt[/i].

	But that "permission to come aboard" line? Priceless. Ash had to suppress a chuckle. God damn, he [i]was[/i] crazy. 


[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]

	James was just about to pull the rolling door back down when he saw The Man. There was no mistaking the sight of him, even in passing. The forlorn scowl of a man who had lost much and performed unspeakable acts; a man who had killed in numbers upward of hundreds in his many decades of sanctioned extermination of so much human cholesterol, clogging up the arteries of an otherwise safer and more just world, not to mention his dedication to carving out the squishy vitals of corruption in his own organization [i]without[/i] sanction from his superiors, some of which he personally put to the knife. 

	Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez. He was a dead man. And now he was staring at James. The man grunted and nodded at him; nothing more than an affirmation of James's presence, at least for now. Then Gavin passed between the two of them, completely obscuring Caesar from his sight for less than a half second. It was all that was needed for the grizzled Mexican to totally vanish from sight. He must be having the beginnings of a breakdown, or some adrenaline fueled hallucination. I mean, it wasn't the first time he'd killed someone, even in Newnan before, but it was pretty damned emotionally charged. This... made no sense. 

	[color=firebrick]"Aight, someone [i]please[/i] tell me y'all just saw that."[/color] 

	
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	The flat apology and quiet session of pouting was noticed by Thalia, but she was done with the conversation. Getting into an argument and making noise while outside of the tank was counterproductive to her strategy of keeping her ass alive long enough to see to her own long-term agenda. The old soldier simply wasn't worth it. He did, however, get Lola her new toy. Such an act probably earned the man a lift closer to his piece of civilization, even if it probably shouldn't have gotten him her powdered cocoa mix, damnit. 

	Luckily, it was time to go. The sooner this part of their journey was over, the better. Lola's request to "snow the coals" was heard and acknowledged with a strained, [color=dc143c]"Yeah, on it."[/color] and slid off of the side of the tank. She slipped her entrenching tool from her side and unfolded it to a fixed position with a quiet [i]clack[/i]. She dug it into a drift of semisolid white snow and deposited it into the grill above her, hurling it in an ungraceful arc to plop into the orange-red coals, only to hiss and sputter as they died away. Just to make sure, she smacked it down with another bladeful of the cold, wet stuff. 

	Thalia folded her e-tool and holstered it back at her side, then clambered back up the side of the tank. She closed the top of the grill with an annoyed swat and glared over in Alexander's direction, wordlessly examining the man for a second or two. Silently, she gathered her bag and spear, carefully dropping them into the great metal beast below. Thalia entered the Gunner's hatch, settling herself in the seat and closing the portal back above her. She banged on the wall twice, signalling her readiness to haul ass ASAP. 

	[color=dc143c]"So Lola, when are you going to show me how to use one of these things?"[/color]