[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : Inside house (G6) 
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander felt his conscience being torn apart like a south-east Asian country in a bloody civil war, funded by two global superpowers. Manny was their doctor, and for saving his life a great one too! Alexander looked around the room as quickly yet intently as he possibly could as Manny told him to find something to prop up Thalia's legs with, and was about to start limping into the kitchen to find something. What that something was, he had no idea; it could be pots and pans stacked on top of each other, rollings pins or even a waste-basket racket that could hold up her legs. But then then another order was given. 

Thana had ordered Beatrice to keep Thalia's legs still while she handed a...a circular saw to Manny? Alexander knew that she could make things most people couldn't (and probably shouldn't), but he was still damned impressed. But if Bea was to hold her legs, what about his own orders from Manny? Who should he follow? The medic or the sergeant? Alexander looked between their group, torn as what to do, until his soldierly instinct kicked in again; He had another job to do. 

Alexander didn't move further into the kitchen, nor over to the table to help with the operation, but instead pulled out the hammer and held it in his right arm, his left arm still clinging tightly around his walking cane. If the three others were focused on the operation, he seriously needed to watch all their backs! A medic could certainly try to run out in the open to help a fallen comrade, but without that handy M60 MG covering your ass, you were a sitting duck. Sitting ducks got eaten. So Alexander held his hammer ready in case something popped in unannounced, while throwing a comment to Thalia along the others. [color=662d91]"You're going to make it, Angel! Just think of the fuckin' great mugs you can get down here!"[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E14 
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Survival, Scouting[/center][hr][hr]

Nigel wondered what was going on inside the mind of Wayne as he was making his way down that stretch of desolute road, feeling like one of the fortunate ones not to have lost his marbles. As with the distance between him and Wayne growing, at least he had the safety of distance  from his violent and incoherent words, which was probably for the best. If one stared into the abyss long enough, the abyss started looking back into you, some said. Perhaps if Nigel "Hadrian" looked long enough, he'd see what or who he was talking to? Then again, did he really want to know what "winged nuts" were?

Hank answered his question, somewhat, but considering the circumstances the cautious Roman was happy with the answer. Down that road, fair enough. And Robert was probably right; they probably didn't have much choice, seen as the direction they came from was a bad place. Bitter weeds. Nigel looked at Robert, giving him a look of telling him "Not now" about the whole naming thing. Yes it was annoying and insulting, but probably not the best time or place to take up the issue. Not when they weren't safe to continue the Athenian course of pathos. 

[color=#B8860B]"Can't be too hard to find something that'll drive again. Probably not in the swamp though, too humid. Until then, we'll be civil if you two are civil as well. No use in making this more complicated."[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" began to say to Robert and Hank, while he himself made his way to the road. [color=#B8860B]"If we're going the same way, might as well know the names. Like he said, you can call me Hadrian."[/color] Standing in the middle of it, he pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scanning the horizon for anything of interest. But he only saw bushes, trees, swamps, a strutting Steve Miller...high as a Germanic berserker. [color=#B8860B]"I'm sure he can take care of himself, but...should he be going out there without you, or us?"[/color]