[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] E11
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Radio operator[/center][hr][hr]


For once Alexander was glad to hear the (half?)crazed voice of Lola the Kiwi answer him on the radio. Okay, perhaps more than once, but being in the middle of what in all fairness was a good ol' combat situation, the veteran wasn't keeping track. That wasn't his job, he wasn't a pencil-pusher of logistics wiz after all. He listened to what the TANK-lady responded back, sadly keeping his attention away from the mile-long stare of Thana as he pressed the transmitter once again. [color=662d91]"Confirmed Kiwi, see you at the counter. Give them Hell! Mugs over and out."[/color] Alexander said before releasing his thumb from his beloved radio and putting it back into its rightful spot. 

Then the thought hit him, on what Lola had opened with. Robin Williams, "Good Morning Vietnam", 1988. Okay movie, but that wasn't the point. The point was that she referenced it, which meant she knew; about him, where he was and what he possibly could have done...did she? No. The vet pushed the nagging thoughts aside, now that they had made their way south to just east of what had to be Eden's main complex, just in time to hear Thana say something about about a bad porno. Alexander, no stranger to random talk of...those things in the heat of battle, chose to ignore it. He was in no position to blame her, even if it was odd indeed...

Like the two T's, he too pulled out one of his pistols - this time the 1911 Colt and checked it. He did like the axe, but for what they were about to do, a pistol was better. The best would surely have been a Winchester 1912, M16 and a hand-grenade, or ever better; a flamethrower. But for now, he felt most comfortable with the Colt in his hand. He didn't say anything, just watched the battlefield in front of him and waited for the order to move.