[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] Medical Garden [b](10)[/b] [/center][hr][hr]

	Ash smiled, but just a little. He had heaped a lot on Thana in a very short time, and she had proven to be up to the challenge and then some. He looked upon her now, giving himself a second or two to linger over the details of her face. Like himself, this lady seemed capable of separating Work Mode from her personal life. A thing he had discovered was that her personal life, behind closed doors, was a culminating volcano of passion that one simply would not have expected if they just saw her at work. It was a lesson that Ash himself was very near to forgetting. Whatever else happened, he needed to show his appreciation for her solely for that gift. Aside from her more intimate qualities, Thana had already proven to be a valuable asset as a Lead and as his backup; it was still just her first day, officially, and she had his trust. 

	But speaking to official duties, Thana had requested that Ashton lead her to Agriculture Storage. He was fully aware that she had already been to the area, having announced it near the front gate after his ham-handed proclamation of her position. Ash was fully aware that she probably knew exactly where Storage was located, but like a lovestruck schoolboy who was just asked by his crush to carry her schoolbooks, he joined her just outside of the Medical Garden and, as requested, began to lead the way. [color=steelblue]"Right away, ma'am. West outside of the Inner Wall, and past our metalworks."[/color] 

	A streak of sorrow hit Ash for just a moment. The metal shop was largely unused due to the untimely deaths of the women who lived and worked there. It stood as a reminder that life was still fleeting, and life was still precious. [color=steelblue]"Just to the side of Crops, Thana. Can't miss it."[/color] He wanted to reach out and loop his arm in hers, as he did when walking to the reception, but forced himself to maintain his stalwart professionalism. Except for his eyes. They may betray him yet. 

	

[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]

	It was obvious that the conversation over the phone was stirring more than a little in the way of curiosity and emotions from everyone else in the warehouse. Leaving Newnan aside, they had a pretty good thing going here. Gas in his vehicle, moderate sized houseboat and good amount of supplies, plus whatever they had stashed in the back of his truck in the way of weapons and tools. They could live off of this for a long while. Naturally, bringing unknown persons into the mix was risky. Very risky. Possibly as risky as Gavin's intended goal. But he really wanted to take this risk. If he was right, this was the family of a very dearly departed friend of his. She needed this message, at least, before James went and got himself killed. 

	James addressed the young lady on the other end of the phone before getting to his people in the warehouse. [color=firebrick]"Aight, Representative. Hold please."[/color] His words to her were lightly sarcastic but delivered softly. he covered the receiver end of the phone and looked out at Gavin, Ryan, Beatrice. 

	[color=firebrick]"Naw, you right, Bea. Ain't a one person should make decisions fo' the group. I gotcha. This why, when we done in this here building, any y'all don't wanna be around me only gotta clear a mile an' change back to Newnan. They take you back in, too - I'm the only asshole ain't welcome. We all good?"[/color] 

	He took in a deep breath and blew it out. A headache was forming, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it. As much as James would have loved a drink, that was not going to be the wisest idea, if they even had any, right then. Knowing Ash, though, there probably was something potent and potable around here someplace... but not for now. [color=firebrick]"Listen, some miracle done hit. Y'all never knew Lici and Caesar, right? But they helped get Newnan together. Them an' Ash an' Leann. Lotta folks still alive 'cause of them. You shoulda seen them work. That's some scary shit."[/color]

	[color=firebrick]"But they ain't with us no more. I took it hard, kept shovin' it down. They dead, both. But there's this girl right now comin' down from Boston lookin' fo her family, turns out is them. She don't even know. I gotta tell her what happened and why, she [i]deserve[/i] to know. [i]Gavin[/i], if'n you would please, we need to hold off that plan 'til we can get this square. You want tell them, go right ahead. Imma be on this here phone fo a while more. But just in case, those wanna leave go ahead. Those wanna stay, I'd appreciate if y'all can take stock o' what we got in the truck and what we got in the boat. Get ready, just in case."[/color] 

	James put his attention back to the phone, [color=firebrick]"Ok, Representative. We all good. Lemme know where you at, I'll talk you down."[/color] 


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[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e4117d5f-65c8-4b8e-98df-5810a59267c5.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=dc143c][b]Location:[/b][/color] North Of Newnan (Spring & St. Clair) IN A TANK[/center][hr][hr]

	Maybe she shouldn't have restarted the conversation by going along with Lola's little joke about "representative". The guy on the other end of the line was going along with it a little to readily. While a little annoying, she figured that someone directly wanting to cause her harm would try to be less humorous and more sickly sweet. What's more, she knew that she was going to him to hear bad news. She did not know the extent to it, but it was hands-down negative, no way around it. Her family was dead. She had braced for it, and this guy wasn't saying different. Oddly, it helped with that nagging issue of trust. Not all of it. She just knew that the man wasn't trying to tell her what she wanted to hear. 

	No matter what, even if everyone she loved that was anywhere near Chattanooga or Atlanta was a corpse, she still had San Antonio to check, and probably more importantly Monterrey, Mexico. The quest could continue, such as it was, just with fewer of the Gonzalez clan than she would have liked. Right now, she had to find out where this person was and see the truth of it (or lack thereof) in his eyes. If someone had to die, she was fine with that, too. Her hands got plenty dirty, even before the Outbreak. 

	Thalia's heart sped up. This was actually happening. Answers, and/or payback. She looked over to Lola after the Kiwi's quick talk with their passenger, and nodded. Thalia agreed, they had to get moving one direction or another real damn soon. She nodded her head and spoke into her phone. 

	[color=dc143c]"Spring and St. Clair, jerky. North auf a few lines auf smoke I'm assuming is Newnan."[/color] her Bostonian was flourishing. [color=dc143c]"If you [i]try[/i] to fuck me auva, I guarantee you'll be fertilizing the entire landscape. Now do [i]you[/i] feel [i]me[/i]?"[/color] 

  	A brief exchange over the phone later had Thalia speaking expectantly to her friend, Lola. She seemed a little disconnected. [color=dc143c]"South. We're going south anyway. Let's go, soon as Mugs makes up his mind."[/color]