[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Near Eden
[color=662d91]Skills:[/color]Radio Operator[/center][hr][hr]

[color=662d91]"Ah...that really filled the spot."[/color] Alexander said, like a gust of wind that flew out of his previously empty stomach - save from a few, if any, worms hiding in the handful of snow he'd eaten earlier. He really couldn't complain about his current treatment; more than he had expected from an MRE, some peace and quiet, and best of all cheese! He was in his little personal Heaven there in the backseat. Yeah, the world had gone to shits and most of it's people too, but for a moment, Alexander enjoyed the moment. 

It wasn't much, but more than enough for the old veteran to get going for a long day. Alexander climbed out of the truck with Thana and Thalia, following to the bed of the truck. With the call for an equiptment check, he swallowed the last remains of the glorious food down and started going through his pockets. [color=662d91]" I've got a Beretta, 9mm; two mags. And my fireaxe."[/color] He said to Thana, before observing the weapons she had lain out in front of them. [color=662d91]"If I have to choose; The Colt. More used to that than the 357."[/color] 

The crackling of the radio caught Alexander's attention immediately, and he quickly held it up to listen to the message coming through. This time it was neither the Kiwi or the Cowboy, but a third voice; Decker. It had to be the third one going in the Stuart, though he hadn't gotten much of a picture of her before they left. 10 minutes until ETA. The veteran looked at Thana, listening and watching to her explaination for their route. [color=662d91]"Mugs here. 10-4. ETA 20 Mikes. Over."[/color] Alexander communicated, releasing the transmitter after said message. Then he had an idea. He quickly, but dilligently changed channels in quick succession; if anyone were also using radios to communicate in a hectic situation, like observing something strange or an imminent attack, they would want to check the radio. 

Nothing. The airwaves were dead silent, only the static akin to a lone night in the Artic, save from their Brothers in Arms in the tank. [color=662d91]"Can't hear anyone else out there. Might mean our cover isn't blown, or that they're keeping radio silence. I'm for the former."[/color] Alexander said to his would-be superior, then turning to Thalia. [color=662d91]"Any word you need passed on?"[/color]