[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] Armageddon [/center][hr][hr]

	Ash really hoped that he didn't hear that right. Eden? The crazy bastards were going directly into Eden? True, he had given it massive consideration himself just moments ago, even with damned good reasoning behind the decision. As for James, he even expected to die that day. Ash doubted that it was even his idea, to hear the big Texan speak of it. The fact was, they all probably had reasons to kill every last one of those Godless sons and daughters of bitches that called Eden home. The fact also was, if he was on the other side of this crack in the earth, he would be the one snapping orders to get underway and put the hurt to those people, hard and fast. 

	He was a little stunned to hear it all. Even a little jealous, and not just because Thana was over there with Gavin. Ash had been preparing for this inevitable strike against their enemies. Training hard, honing his edge. He wanted a piece of the action, selfish though it was of him. People needed him back home. Survivors. There had to be [i]some[/i] of them left. Thana's dog tags sailed across the gap between them, striking Ash in his stomach. Reflexively, his free hand went up to grab them before they fell. As he realized the significance of this gesture, he shook then in the air and called back, [color=steelblue]"Hell or high water, Thana! Now I'm telling [i]you[/i], keep your ass alive to get them back!"[/color] Ash added her tags to his own around his neck, and began backing toward his Hordebuster. [color=steelblue]"I know I can't stop you. Please do this smart. Back off if it doesn't feel right. Good hunting."[/color] 

	The man and the Soldier came into perfect agreement within Captain Holloway. They may have lost their ground, but their enemies would fear the dying throes of Newnan until they took their last, gurgling breath. Ash climbed into his truck and fixed the grate back over the window. No sense taking chances now. He fired up the engine, shifted it into gear, and turned his Hordebuster back in the direction of Newnan. Deep inside of him, he was in agony. His best friend just died in front of him. He was separated from his love. His home just got swallowed up into a hell-like abyss that opened in the ground, and there was the very real likelihood that everyone he knew back home was dead already. As the truck began its necessary but highly depressing trip back north toward the crater that used to be Newnan, Ash fired up his walkie. 

	[color=steelblue]"This is Ash. Anybody in town, please respond. I repeat, this is Ash, [i]anyone[/i] please respond. Over."[/color] 

	Static. 


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	There was a lot going on at one time. Too much. A simple meeting to collect cathartic yet expected news had turned into a reveal the likes of which was going to change lives. Perhaps that change would come in the form of those lives ending. Perhaps it would just be the efficient removal of limbs until these people looked like fleshy doormats with screaming heads attached. Hell, maybe she would be called into the presence of her ancestors and asked to atone for her misdeeds in life. To be united with her people, even through the veil of death, would be an acceptable conclusion to the day. 

	Offhandedly, Thalia wondered if Valhalla and the Land of Honored Dead were compatible in the afterlife. Either way, her people definitely deserved a place in either. Maybe she'd get a chance to see her Shieldmaiden sisters again. 

	Shaking off the thought, Thalia climbed up the side of Lola's tank and opened the grill on the rear landing. Most of the interior was damp with melted snow, placed there earlier to kill the coals before they took off. She slung Astrid's shield about her back and reached inside of the grill, at first patting her face with a pocket of cool, mostly dry ash. She closed her eyes and rubbed dark circles around her eyes with a bit of softer, charred wood, filling them in with her fingertips. The same char was used to paint simple vertical lines across her mouth and onto her cheeks. As she worked, she spoke a quiet prayer. 

	[color=dc143c]"Jesucristo, el conquistador, que en la cruz fue conquistado,
	Conquista el Edén, para que sean conquistados conmigo en el Nombre de Dios,
	Que sean humillados, derrotados a mis pies para completar lo que me han ofrecido."

	"Nuestra Dama Muerte, te suplico amorosamente en la medida en que Dios te formó con tu gran poder sobre todos los mortales,
	Y en el nombre del Padre, del Hijo y del Espíritu Santo, oro para que te dignes ser mi protectora,
	Hasta el último día, hora y momento en que tu Divina Majestad manda llevarme ante tu presencia.
	AMÉN."[/color]

	Thalia climbed back down and looked into her friend's eyes, her own liquid hazel orbs showing through a mask of Mexican Death. Seriousness gripped her voice as she answered, [color=dc143c]"Yeah. Those assholes killed people I cared about. We can go play."[/color] Thalia breathed in deeply, filling her lungs to capacity and blowing it back out again. She leaned her neck to either side until the vertebrae popped noticeably, and then continued. [color=dc143c]"But as long as we're doing some killing, the name is Angel. Familia Gonzalez.[/color]


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Jesus Christ the conqueror, who on the cross was conquered, 
Conquer Eden, that they be conquered with me in the name of the Lord,
That they be humbled, defeated at my feet to complete what they have offered me. 

Our Lady of Death, I beseech you lovingly inasmuch as God formed you with your great power over all mortals, 
And in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, I pray that you deign to be my protectress, 
Until the last day, hour and moment in which your Divine Majesty commands to take me before your presence. 
AMEN.
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