[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b]Eden: upper corner of hallway east of Fitness Doors, in front of Beatrice
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Pistol, Suppression Tactics[/center][hr][hr]

They weren't going to get out of that building alive, not without taking out every last one of the Edenites still littering the clubhouse like rats scurrying around the deep tunnels in the jungle. Every fiber and instinct in Alexander's soldierly mind ordered him to pull out of the engagement while they still had time. But both Thalia and Thana were right, to his and undoubtedly Beatrice's annoyance; they had to kill the Edenites, or else they would be at their mercy as soon as they went on the retreat. They didn't have the option of yelling "Broken Arrow!" over the radio and have the Huey's evac them. No, they had to stand the fight. 

Alexander felt the world pass in slow motion. First the shots flew past him and hit Thalia and Beatrice, leaving him unharmed for the moment. It was like a bad dream, a nightmare, The Nightmare. Where he saw everyone around him getting gunned down by unseen NVA, VC and gun-wielding civilians, while he himself was left helpless in the middle. This was The Nightmare, his life on repeat like a broken record. And he was the broken record. No, they had to finish this before it came to get the better of them. 

Another Edenite got taken down by Thana, but there were still more down the hallway. Alexander aimed the Beretta down at where he thought the Edenites were, quickly making his way in front of Beatrice to cover her. [color=662d91]"Lighter?"[/color] Alexander began to say to Thana, getting ready to put down a much-needed supressive fire. [color=662d91]"I think..."[/color] he continued in a disciplined voice of a soldier, before pulling the trigger. 

[b]BOOM[/b]

[color=662d91]"Aaah! God damnit!"[/color] Alexander shouted out in pain as the pistol just blew up in his hands. No bullet exited the gun, possibly a misfire causing another bullet to go off inside. Bits of burning hot metal shot out everywhere, causing Alexander to drop the gun as he swore his hands felt like burning up. But it was too late already, as he looked down at his burned and gashed hands, both of them in pain. A lot of it. A familiar pain. [color=662d91]"Fucking Gooks...Fucking gun...fucking everything...Judith..."[/color] Alexander said through his gritted teeth, pain forcing every word through. They were screwed, done goofed, fubar, everything.