[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b]Eden: Hallway outside Wrath -> Lower Lobby
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Pistol[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander was in no mood to laugh at the witty comment his new POW just made. Fraternizing with the enemy was rarely looked up upon, and who knew if this Manny-character was just an unfortunate prisoner in this hellhole or a former Edenite? Alexander had no idea, at least not the first moments he watched him. Alexander watched him closely as he put his shotgun down, making sure he didn't make any quick movements as if pulling for a gun or as he by now could assume an Edenite would do, charge him. So far, so good.

With the two of them standing alone in the hallway and the man calling himself Manny no doubt trying to defuse the situation, Alexander noticed various things. The first was that Manny called himself a doctor and not a fighter. Had he watched Star Trek? If he was being honest, that would mean having a very resourceful man in what Alexander still hoped could be a good group going forward with. Especially with Gavin's gunshot wound, which he still feared could be worse than he expected. 

Alexander furthermore took note of Manny's next action, which was to slowly pull out a revolver and put that down on the ground as well. From what he knew, that didn't sound like an Edenite move nor the action of a man still intent on killing you. Had Alexader turned for only a second, Manny could easily have pulled the gun and shot him with it. But instead he made the veteran aware that he was still armed, and willingly disarmed himself. Combine that with the story Manny told him, and Alexander felt less need to aim his own pistol at his POW. 

[color=662d91]"Arena fights, eh? I'm not sure you're one of the lucky or unlucky ones."[/color] Alexander said to Manny, stepping forward ever so slowly as to reach for the revolver lying on the ground, picking it up and shoving it down in a pocket. All the while he spoke and did this, he still looked as much at Manny as he could. He was perhaps letting his guard down a little, but he was by no means an idiot. He hoped. [color=662d91]"You can call me Alexander, but don't think you're good in my book yet, Manny. I can't let you do that while I'm alone with you, not just yet. Can't be too careful, not in this crazy madhouse. I mean, what proof do you have that you're a doctor?"[/color]

That was when the gunfire began again, followed by the scream. Alexander didn't just notice it, he vividly imagined what possibly worst could have happened just around the corner; Around the corner where the others were. [color=662d91]"God, please no..."[/color] He breathed out, fearing the worst. He knew for a fact that none of them had an automatic weapon with them, and the screaming didn't help either. Alexander looked behind Manny and further up the corridor, conflicted as heck as what to do. He had orders to guard Manny, but the soldier in him knew that whatever was going up further ahead required him to assist. Follow orders or go help? Follow orders or go help? Alexander had done both in the past, and neither were a correct answer. 

[color=662d91]"I swear to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ that if you take advantage of what I'm about to do and do something stupid, I will personally shove that shotgun so far down your throat that you'll shit pellets for months. Got it, 'doctor'?"[/color] Alexander said dead-serious to Manny, looking so hard into his eyes that you would think Alexander wasn't himself right then. Perhaps he wasn't. Perhaps it was the 20 year-old private Polawski that just wanted to save his friend? Alexander was serious either way, and knew he had to do something. [color=662d91]"You better hope your skills won't be needed on my friends, Manny. Now follow me."[/color] 

Alexander grabbed Manny's shotgun as he quickly moved past him and down the corridor. [color=662d91]"We're coming up behind you, watch your fire!"[/color] With the pistol on his right hand and the shotgun in the left, the younger baby-boomer rendevouzed with the rest of their little squad. Or what was left of it; Gavin and Thana lay on the ground, looking definitly worse for wear. Beatrice and Thalia were still left standing, but that was not a good enough sign. Not at all; This was bad, real bad. [color=662d91]"If you're a real doc', Manny, you better start fuckin' workin'!"[/color]

Now he just hoped and prayed that Manny had followed him, and that this wasn't one of his bad decisions again.