[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/442k6dwH/Dean-_Bobby-_John-dean-and-bobby-john-22849364-500-281.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Headland: East Main Street E9 (Station Wagon Back Seat Driver's Side)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Russian[/center][hr]	As the car's tires screeched, Jack instinctively, grabbed onto the car seat that precious little Jamie was strapped into. He didn't know why Riley's driving had suddenly taken a turn but he didn't want to risk the sweet tiny thing next to him. Even if Ash hadn't been injured, Jack still would have considered Jamie to be his responsibility practically solely in the back of the car. Jamie was his son. They were connected. The next relative shock to his system was hearing the cold and stern voice Tatiana was using. 

	He hadn't heard her talk like that before. [i]You listen here husband.[/i] The words replayed in his mind and once again, Jack couldn't help but feel that he had failed to protect her - and that all along, she had been the one protecting him. Still, he wanted to argue this point - that if she gave him a rundown he'd be fine infiltrating the building but they just didn't have time for that. They needed to take care of the asshats inside before tornado weather turned into an actual freaking tornado. He didn't like this plan - no, he [i]hated[/i] this plan but Jack just shut his mouth. 

	He grimaced, taking the keys from Riley. [color=00ff00]"Nothin' bettah happen,"[/color] Jack muttered. He was trying not to get too angry - that less than an hour after he found Tatiana, he couldn't go to protect her. [color=00ff00]"YA lyublyu tebya, solovey. Poydi s zadnitsy[sub]1[/sub],"[/color] he called out to his wife. He then looked at the baby and then back at Ash and then back at the baby. [color=00ff00]"...They didn't happen to teach ya how to change a diapah in college, did they?"[/color] Jack only had his high school diploma and he knew that his health class sure as hell didn't teach him that. 

[hider=Translations]1 = I love you, nightingale. Go kick some ass.[/hider][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s15.postimg.cc/asek75y0r/source.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quincy: Inside House (C8)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Beatrice glanced at Alex, giving him a look that clearly said [i]and what exactly are you proposing I do?[/i] She didn't have much time to do much of anything as Thalia started to blush and giggle like a school girl - and from Beatrice's perspective Thalia was essentially flailing around. The nude hug and the confiding that someone had taken her shirt? Yeah, Beatrice had to take a slight breath as certain things stirred. [color=23D5B7]"You could try hitting the can against the table,"[/color] she suggested with a deadpan expression. 

	[color=23D5B7]"As for the thief of your shirt...That was you, shockingly,"[/color] Beatrice said. She had her hands full with Thalia and could feel her breasts pressed against her own from the hug. [color=23D5B7]"Now, Manny is going to take a look at you - and if you sit down for him nicely, I'll get you a shirt. And maybe, just maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll throw in a can opener as well."[/color] She then held Thalia's gaze, aware that she was acting firm but she needed to be. She had no idea what Thalia would do in this condition.