[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]

While Alexander didn't understand the tossing around of Spanish words around the table, he all too easily understood the sound of the circular saw that Manny was using on Thana. While the first sighting of it had brought a sense of impressiveness to the old soldier, the following realization of what it meant was anything but impressive. The sound of the rusted metal spinning around reminded him of the rotor-blades of Huey-choppers approaching the DZ, bringing the soldiers into the lush meatgrinder of the jungle. Old memories, bad memories sending shivers up and down his spine.

What followed only made it worse. Alexander caught sight of the first blood as he looked over his shoulding, seeing the medieval surgery Manny performed on Thalia, and instantly regretted it. The sound of skin, flesh, bones and tissue being cut and torn, it was terrifying, even to the veteran. And soon the sounds of Manny, Thana, Thalia and Beatrice morphed and were replaced by events four decades older; Bamboo booby trap, one of the bad ones. Reid, one of the replacements in their squad went out just like one could imagine, not watching his step. Stepped right into the bamboo trap, forcing his foot way down into a pit while a pair of bamboo-sticks punctured his leg both sides. His hysterical attempts to break free only made it worse, hence the comparison to Thalia. Even if Alexander had seen some shit already by then, it made his stomach turn and blood go cold. Gripping tightly to his rifle as he scanned the treeline for VC, while the carnage unfolded in his peripheral vision. 

Reid didn't make it. Green ones never seemed to do, especially the good ones. The best ones died early. He didn't want Thalia to be like that.

Eventually Alexander snapped back to reality. His eyes felt swollen, his cheeks wet with something and his hands cold and tired. His hands had clenched his cane and hammer so hard that they were turning white, and tears had run down his face. He couldn't agree more with Manny once he heard his comment about being a doctor sucked, but he had no energy to throw anything back. Once his past caught up to him, in moment like these, it was just too much. He was getting too old for that shit. He only hoped that Thalia would live, that she wouldn't just became a liability like he was; That his friend would be okay. 

[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 -> E13
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Hank, his name was Hank. Or so he preferred to be called, like Nigel preffered "Hadrian". He had no idea of knowing if that was true or not, but the gesture of having a name to call by was a step in the right direction, even if that direction was only temporary. That meant it was easier to coordinate if and when another battle came to be. [color=#B8860B]"Okay, Hank."[/color] Nigel said shortly to The Shovel Man, waiting behind alongside Robert while Hank went up towards his drugged companion. 

Nigel "Hadrian" bit his tounge in the side of his mouth, biting his words in his mouth as if to keep them from coming out. It was better not to be sarcastic back towards the two odd Greek characters in front of them, even if he didn't see them getting along. It wasn't that Nigel liked either Hank or Wayne, especially not the History Channel-banter, but one way of creating safety was in numbers, and in these days beggars couldn't be choosers. 

While Wayne was starting to pull off a rather bad Queen song like this was some bread-and-circus-performance, Nigel turned back to Robert as the two began walking up the road, again not wanting to go the other way due to obvious dangers. [color=#B8860B]"Just for the record, Robert, I think you're right. Safety in numbers. But understand this; you're probably a nice guy, but we just met and I don't know how much I trust either you or the two of them."[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" began to lay out to Robert quietly, changing his stern look from the road and back to Robert interchangeably. Robert he liked more than the others, but not by a long-shot. [color=#B8860B]"I'm just being realistic, you understand? You wouldn't begin to fathom how many bad Pompeiians I've come across, or maybe you do?"[/color] Nigel continued, before Robert again offered him the choice between two bags of chips. 

[color=#B8860B]"...Fine, for the sake of the argument, I prefer Ranch. Just...keep hold of it until later, okay? Somewhere we can actually sit, eat and not worry about the Undead."[/color]