[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 Men's doors --> End of hallway, door leading to Fitness Center
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Pistol, Suppression Tactics[/center][hr][hr]

People were moving silently forward, all except Alexander who had kept talking. Typical. Hadn't he known better, he'd swear he could hear Sergeant Jackson tell him to shut up and keep moving. Because they had to keep moving; if they stayed at one place too long, especially without recon or scouting, they were sitting ducks, just like in the jungle. Truth to be told, it appeared that the past and present were growing more alike by the minute. Alexander only hoped that their 'success' would be more real than the one he witnessed nearly four decades earlier. 

Alexander kept walking backwards down the hallway while aiming the Beretta down their rear, onto the set of doors on his left and back down the hallway as he passed them. His eyes however looked briefly around. He'd seen buildings and rooms in worse condition than this, but then again he'd been in 'Nam. He had seen some shit, and this place was still shit. It was dirty and in utter chaos, partially thanks to the group's attack on Eden. But it couldn't all just be because of them, certainly not with the torture rooms and all. Alexander couldn't help but want to clean up the mess, because it looked like this place could have been rather polished before the world fell apart. Probably had been a good defensive position too, until they came knocking with a TANK. 

But the time for cleaning up the disorder of a battlefield was not now, and Alexander backed up until he had a door on his right. Alexander aimed at the door to his right, at least until Beatrice and Manny could get past the door safely. He was concerned about Beatrice's gunshot wound to her leg. While she appeared to be able to walk, who knew how long she could manage? Turning his attention away from the door for a moment, he looked at Beatrice and held out his good left hand to her. [color=662d91]"Want a hand?"[/color] He asked her quietly, hoping the three of them were the only ones to hear it and that he wasn't shoving his foot into his mouth again.