[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 (Spring & St. Clair) [/center][hr][hr]

So it was settled. They were going to meet this group of unknowns somewhere south, not knowing whether it was a trap or a geniune meeting to settle the past and other scores. And to top it of, Lola might just have asked him the sanest question he'd ever thought he would hear from the less-than-stable Kiwi; if he was in or out, both in a litteral sense and figurative. And he really wasn't sure what he wanted. 

At the one hand, this was sure to end up less than pretty. Best case scenario, words would be exchanged and tears cried. Worst case, shots'd be fired and blood shed. Either way were scenarios Alexander didn't feel comfortable with, especially not when he barely knew any of those involved. And really, he had gotten this far on his own. What were a few more hours walking when he could make sure to stay out of harms way?

But then two things occured; One, he owed Lola and Thalia something. Not just for the warm plastic bag of coffee, but also the short conversation they had that gave Alexander the slighest sense of hope. They hadn't shot him, but talked to him in more or less friendly tone...Before he goofed everything up. So this was perhaps a way to repay them, once again. 

And then it was Thalia calling him 'Mugs'. A small smile formed on his lips, a quiet chuckle escaping them. Now that was a fitting codename, he thought. [color=662d91]"If I can be of any help, I don't mind sticking around for a little while longer."[/color] Alexander said back to them, climbing into the tank after Lola and trying to find a seat. [b]Dunk[/b]

Yes, he hit his head on something hard. [color=662d91]"ouch..."[/color]