[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]

[color=662d91]"It's okay...I've had worse..."[/color] Alexander's hand was clutching his head right where he had hit the hard, very hard steel interior of the tank. And it was true, he had felt worse thing to his head than that; explosions, burst ear-drums, unknown jungle diseases. That however didn't mean this incident didn't hurt like hell, and so the old man had to take a deep breath while the tank jerked into action. 

Again it was a good question that Thalia raised as to why he was doing this for them. And he didn't have a very good answer beside what had already convinced him to join them inside the bucket of bolts, which he frankly just felt were cheesy; especially her calling him 'Mugs'. And then he heard her say something he hadn't expected; that they should simply leave her there if things went south, both Lola and him. So it was going to be real personal after all. 

[color=662d91]"I know it's no joke. It's the right thing to do, and I owe you both any support I can give."[/color] Alexander noted back to Thalia, before she lowered herself back in the tank's interior. He wanted to say something else, something witty and uplifting, like one did before heading out into battle. But nothing presented itself to him, and perhaps that was for the best. Perhaps he just needed to prove that he could be serious, useful and not just an old senile grandpa.