[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]

	Ash couldn't seem to shake the thought of that damned Class A uniform from his brain. Or more appropriately, the lady who owned it. It was a funny thing, how a man could come to care for someone in a very short time. Perhaps that was why he was, at least internally, very anxious to go to Eden. Part of him was already kicking himself for not immediately finding an alternate route around the gaping hole in the earth and joining them. He had been training himself for just that purpose, and for quite some time - building his endurance, getting in a lot more time practicing bow and close quarter fighting, learning and refining the talent of stealth from others in Newnan. It was his guilty little secret, transforming a veteran Army Engineer into something closer to a Ranger. Not that he would have directly compared himself to Special Forces before, but he did always feel that there was a sort of synergy to the motto of the Army Ranger, "Rangers Lead The Way", and the creed of the Combat Engineer, "We Clear The Way". 

	Of course, what left a raw spot in his brain was that, after pushing himself for so long to level a decisive, surprise strike against Eden, circumstances beyond his control placed that mission into the hands of others, one of whom was Thana. But he was going to do precisely as he promised he would - as leader of the survivors of the Newnan Implosion (God, he hoped the history books wouldn't call it that), he was responsible for seeing to the needs of his people, at least as far as their regroup point. Past that, he had his own plans. There was hope that the others would join him, but he would understand if they did not. He had promised Thana that he would be in Zebulon, followed by Mexico Beach. He would have to take a showing of hands to see who among them wanted to raid Eden's caches of supplies, but... 

	But he was thinking of anything he could to keep his mind away from the present of his mission. He was in the safehouse in Arnco Mills. He volunteered for first watch, and in the meantime he was taking stock of their supplies while everyone else settled in. They were all dealing with their own demons right then. Ash was not special in that regard. With a resignation born of what their reality dictated, rather than what he [i]wanted to do[/i], the grim Captain strode to the center of the room to begin taking a full inventory of their supplies. Tomorrow, first thing, it was the Moreland safehouse followed by Zebulon. And if they were very, very lucky, they might all get there in one piece. 

	[color=steelblue]"Goddamn dress blues..."[/color] 



[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]

	It was damned spooky, really: Thalia was [i]just thinking[/i] that "the last thing they needed was some asshat leaping out from a side room and making life interesting". It was the very reason that she had opted to close distance between herself and Thana, and switch out from her closer combat tools to a very cinematic option of guns akimbo. More bullets, less reaction time depending upon which side she would have to begin flinging them. Yet here that exact thing was happening, defying reason and suddenly making Thalia wonder if she had somehow developed magical psychic powers related to immediate precognition.  

	Thalia seemed to be moving in slow motion compared to this big, twitchy prick with the assault rifle. She wasn't sure what was going on precisely, but there was a [i]lot[/i] of noise and Thana hit the ground hard. When Gavin stepped in front of a bullet or three that was meant for her and Beatrice, the twinge of uncertainty bled away and she knew what she had to do. 

	As Gavin began to slump over, Thalia swayed her body to use the big Texan as cover, going so far as to drop to one knee as he went down. One arm went out wide for balance, even as her new Beretta found the proper angle to deposit ammunition unceremoniously into the warm meat of a living asshat. The instant that she had a clear shot, be the man disarmed or not, Thalia took it. The 9mm in her right hand sounded twice, depositing bullets into the deranged looking man's hip and torso. Her eyes darted one way and the other, waiting and watching for more surprises to pop out at them. What she wouldn't have given for an EMT or a well equipped combat medic. Instead, her team had to settle for a slightly off Bostonian Scots-Mexican with a blade fetish, whatever Beatrice was, and an old guy with a woodaxe, none of which really were conducive to a speedy recovery in a firefight. [color=crimson]"...one of you two cough or something..."[/color] she whispered aloud, still providing cover with her company issue Glock and identically framed, domestic Beretta.