[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] First hallway to the north-east --> Sloth --> Terrace north of Gavin and Lola
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Pistol, Navigation[/center][hr][hr]

The Edenites hadn't attempted to counter-attack the position Alexander had taken up at the corner, which was good for them. Them as in Angel T, Navy T and himself, and bad for the enemy, perhaps even a wasted oppertunity. Before he was reunited with Thana and Thalia, he had been by himself as the two others were off doing their own things. A well-placed suppressing fire would have kept him pinned down long enough to be overrun, but the gunfire only came from further east. The others were putting up quite the show.

Alexander turned to Thana as she once again reported that their flank was clear, and gave an approving smile to her with the magazines she offered. Alexander took two from her hand and pocketed them with his other magazine for his 9mm; he still wasn't done with his Colt. From around the corner he was certain there was an Edenite walking towards their position. Bad idea for him. 

Turning the corner with the Colt pointed forward, the Edenite came into clear aim of Alexander and his gun. Before the Edenite could shoot, Alexander had already pulled the trigger twice; the .45's hit the guy right in the gut and chest, the sheer force knocking the poor bastard flat on his ass. He was no longer a threat, and Alexander moved with ease past him and into the room he had just exited. 

He wish he hadn't. 

If he had kept his stomach from emptying itself when he first entered the building, now he was having trouble holding in a series of emotions. The room was filled with corpses, littered around the room in different positions. Some looked to have been dead for a while, others looked like they had just fallen asleep with a really bad hangover. Except it wasn't alcohol that knocked their lights out, but drugs. Beside various corpses Alexander could see syringes and small pools of blood, and on closer inspection as he took a few more steps into the room, needle marks in the bodies' arms. This was bad. It reminded him of opium dens in the darkest parts of Saigon, or the regular drugged down G.I. in his bed that would never wake up again; some probably didn't, while others were simply unlucky. That's how their machinegunner from L.A. went out; not with a bang, but with a whimper and a needle. 

This wasn't just sickening. This was evil. 

Alexander slowly turned around and looked at the Edenite still lying on the floor, still alive, barely. He wasn't sure why he wasn't smart about it, but something clicked in his mind. Standing just over the dying Edenite, who looked at the old vet with a look of spite in his eyes, Alexander looked back with blank face. But his eyes, they almost burned. [color=662d91]"[i]Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord.[/i]"[/color] Alexander said to the dying man, slowly pointing his Colt at his head. [color=662d91]"Forgive me Lord, but this one deserves it."[/color]

The bullet went straight through his head, leaving a large hole right above his eyes and blood and bits of brain flew out. Alexander didn't blink, at least not until he was done staring at the man and went back to work. Coming back into the Grand Gallery, he turned to the others and said [color=662d91]"Clear."[/color], before making his way out to the terrace. And as it would seem, he wasn't alone there. [color=662d91]"Good to see you again. North-western part is clear, and I guess your end is so too?"[/color] Alexander said to Lola and Gavin, finally changing over to his 9mm instead of the Cold. It only had four bullets left in the magazine, so better switch now that he had the ammunition to spare.