[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[/center][hr][hr]

The wounds were hurting really bad, bad like a VC bamboo-trap, a 7.62×39mm through the leg or a whole weekend out drinking and smoking dubious levels of substances in Saigon, all with varying levels of quality. Alexander looked at his hands, as if simply looking at them was going to make them feel any better. He was thankful though that his hands were still connected to his arms, which he preferred after having seen that happen to too many young G.I.s screaming for their mother. And his left hand had taken less of the beating, having been somewhat protected by his dominant right hand. Too bad he wasn't one of those egg-heads with Ambidexterity, or else he'd have one less problem to deal with. 

One of the remaining problems was Manny. Understandebly he wanted to be armed in what was an active comat zone instead of patching up them when they apparently didn't want help. Well Alexander wanted help, and Beatrice definietly needed it more then him. While nobody seemed to take notice of Manny's words, Alexander got back up on his feet and looked at him just in time for the Redneck Engineering to do its beauty. [color=662d91]"Fine, but I'll get it for you. You stay here and make sure no one of us dies. Understood?"[/color] Alexander said sternly to Manny, hoping his absence wouldn't screw them over. Pulling out his 1911 Colt - which only had one .45 bullet left, which he sub-subconsciously saved for someone in need -, he was just about to rush back to their previous position when he felt something odd. Some strange sensation down in his pants. Was it...Was he that lucky?

Alexander shoved his somewhat good hand down his pants after clumsily changing his Colt into his hand, and fondled around quickly. It was the sort of thing that might have made concerned parents call the cops and grab their kids to get away from the apparent pedophile, in no particular order. Alexander didn't care however, as he fumbled in his pants one last bit and pulled out what he felt down there. 

Manny's revolver. 

[color=662d91]"Here. You better prove to be one hell of a shot, old man."[/color] Alexander said while handing over the revolver to Manny, hoping that his next action was to shoot the living crap out of the Edenites, and not his people. Or else Mugsy would make sure that lone .45 bullet would splatter Manny's brain all over the wall.

Speaking of brains splattered all over the wall, Alexander was not done yet. A thought occured him, like a game of 'Remember the thing underneath the blanket' or whatever kids called it those days. The vet moved quickly to what remained of the bug-out bag near Thana's legs. It was painful, but it would be all worth it when he awkwardly pulled out a 9mm pistol with his burned hands. And that was good, because the firepower was needed. The Edenite halfway down the hallway was getting ready to shoot him, dead, in cold blood, you name it. And what could a crippled Vietnam vet do? 

Shoot him straight in the head. It was painful, but Mugsy bit his teeth together tight as he swallowed the pain,and took the shot. How he hit the Edenite, he didn't know. Pure Lady Luck or God finally listening to the catholic mug-man? But the bullet connected, hitting him right between the eyes and taking him out. [color=662d91]"Come and take me, you gooks! I've seen bamboo sticks filled with shit more dangerous than you!"[/color]