[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e7de846f-30f3-4613-933c-40dce7104529.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e4117d5f-65c8-4b8e-98df-5810a59267c5.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=dc143c][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Other Side of Armageddon [/center][hr][hr] Thalia didn't particularly like the idea of splitting away from Lola and the protection of her tank. On the other hand, she also didn't particularly like the idea of being a spectator in the upcoming carnage. The rogue Gonzalez was an up close and personal fighter, trained from an early age with fists, blade, and pistol. The most she could do in that tank was act as a spotter through the machine's optics. It was safe. Quite safe, really, in the new world of snarling dead people that wanted to eat you, but not so much in the way of personally satisfying when one wanted to get their hands dirty. Thalia had survived in this brave new world by liberal uses of stealth and discretion; just sometimes though, the occasion called for actions of a little more of an acrimonious nature. At any rate, one of theirs would be with Lola, and she would be with them. Looking at it cynically, it was much like having mutual hostages to ensure cooperation. In the event that anything shady was going down, Thalia made it a point to target the authoritative woman first. She was fast with her hands and could move more weight than her own. It hinted at specific training outside of the basic crap they taught line soldiers. She'd beaten the crap out of several grunts in her time who thought she'd be easy meat. Well, she wasn't. And not that she gave a rat's hindparts about Newnan, except for the obviously staggering loss of life they just experienced, but this "Eden" place? It deserved every single piece of hurt they could inflict. For Alicia, Bridgette, Astrid, and whoever else the pissed-off lady lost due to their fuckery. The human race would be better off if they were dead, and Thalia could try to find the rest of her people with her honor satisfied. She accepted the radio this time, with the stipulation that, [color=dc143c]"This'll probably stay with the vehicle. Or I'll have to keep it off a lot of the time. I prefer to go in quiet. 'Preciate it though, Mugs. Let's do this."[/color] [color=dc143c]"I'm with you in the truck,"[/color] Thalia said in a very matter-of-factly manner. She continued with a ounce or two of sarcasm, [color=dc143c]"We can get in some girl talk on the way, yah?"[/color] She wasn't a hundred percent happy with their situation. That much was certain. As Thalia moved to get into the passenger's side of James's truck, she slipped her automatic knife into a more ready position and set Astrid's shield upright in the floor, leaning against the glove box. [color=dc143c]"If that's all we know then let's move, while we still have surprise on our side. Let's [i]shock and awe[/i] these bitches."[/color]