[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c6f0f86d13839f8542e4b754c251da73/tumblr_ojog8uNf9k1qdhps7o1_r1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Leadership [/center][hr][hr]

	The chicken and dumplings found in the MRE were exactly as he remembered them. They even pulled the odd memory from years past, taking a quick break from establishing a fortification or installing a water system for a friendly settlement to sit down in the shade and rip open some quick but nourishing C class rations. Just like now, he didn't bother to use the heating element, preferring to pocket it instead. He knew of a few interesting things to do with a stable chemical heating element in pressed situation. Some of them were outright devious in their simple ingenuity; soldiers, especially military engineers, were a resourceful bunch. 

	Before he had finished his meal proper, Ash remembered that he wanted to take stock of what supplies they had. He squeezed the remainder of the room temperature entree from its plastic pouch and into his mouth, then tucked the empty container back into the MRE's outer bag. He took a long look at the pile of bags and supplies in the middle of the room. It was a good haul for a group out in the world, certainly, though it was a pittance considering what they had to work with just a day ago. 

	One bag was separate from the others. At first, he didn't recognize the bag. They didn't pull it from the house, the Hordebuster, nor was it his personal ruck. Then it hit him: That was Thana's personal bag. If he was going to assess what they had to work with, he may as well start there. Ash wasn't going through her belongings because he thought that she was dead, at least that's what he forced himself to put out of his mind, it was an honest assessment of what they had at their disposal. For whatever situation might pop up, he needed to know if she had an extra gun in there, or a firestarter, or some manner of odd widget that seemed useless [i]now[/i] but would reveal itself to be insanely necessary at just the right moment. It wasn't a breach of her privacy. At least he hoped it would not be viewed that way when he saw her again. If. 

	The dog tags around his neck seemed to grow cold. He had both his and Thana's now, and had just became very conscious of that fact. If only his father could see him now, pining over a Navy girl. It likely would have led to a mildly uncomfortable discussion around the dinner table. Or it would have, things being different. But that was a different world altogether, now. Ash put it out of his mind and opened the pack. He looked inside and took a deep breath to steady himself. 

	It wasn't anything too unexpected, really. A half dozen MREs and a decent knife stood out first. The knife was a Gerber, he could tell that right off. So far as military knives went, he was a KA-BAR man himself, but Gerber put out a fine stabbing utensil, no doubt. But then two things got him: One was a mostly full can of Folgers Coffee. The other was a neatly folded Navy Class A Uniform, known better among those in the know as Dress Blues. Her old formal uniform. He didn't take it out to get a better look, preferring to just sit there, staring at it for a few seconds before hanging his head. Everything went back in the pack. He set it carefully on the floor, remaining seated. Ash needed a moment before checking anything else. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e4117d5f-65c8-4b8e-98df-5810a59267c5.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] Eden, Lower Lobby
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] Stealth, Survival, Pistol [hr][hr][/center]

	Thalia shook her head. This was probably the wrong decision. If nothing else, she didn't want to worry about who was at her back. The only person that she even knew at the beginning of this day was laying on the ground, covered in her own blood and never to open her eyes again. The rest of these assholes and reprobates she had met a matter of short hours ago. Well, a couple of them seemed okay, and she was getting a grudging amount of respect for the old man, Alexander, despite the impression he had left her with at first. She trusted the guy to do what needed to be done, provided the poor bastard revealed intentions other than what he was weeping about just before. Still, an amount of surety would have come with a bullet. 

	She likewise shook her head at Thana's sudden dip back into acting the Officer. Hell, maybe it was for the best. Thalia had her own plans as to what she wanted to do tactically within these walls, foremost being locating the armory (if there was one) and/or taking out as many with stealth as possible. Admittedly, that last bit seemed to have been put off by things beyond their immediate control. And for her, locating an Armory was more about preventing others from accessing it than getting hold of the goodies for herself, anyway. She was a blade and pistol girl mostly. In circumstances such as these, at any rate. 

	Well, Thana had given an order. Or their present small-unit strategy. Whatever. It seemed like a decent enough plan, too - The three women took the vanguard while Mugs handles the new guy (rescue?) and keeps an eye on him. Thana hurried to take the lead, and Thalia set her jaw with stoic determination and looked to Alexander, offering, [color=crimson]"Sorry you're on bitch detail."[/color] before rushing to join the [i]even more determined[/i] woman who had already gotten ahead of her. 

	She stayed a step or two back from the lady she had fallen into the habit of calling "Navy", still holding two pistols at relaxed guard at 45 degree angles from her center line. [color=crimson]"Got your flanks."[/color] she said quietly. The last thing they needed was some asshat leaping out from a side room and making life interesting. She'd rather put a knife to these people, in all honesty. Being a realist and a survivalist, Thalia understood that her preferences were not always the right path to staying alive.