[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 (D7 -> D10)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Electrionic engineering, Jury-rigging electronics[/center][hr][hr]

Things were looking up for the group, at least in regards to ensuring Thalia's recovery. Manny was positive that they only needed a set of needles to do the tranfusion well enough not to screw it up, but also that they needed the right type of blood. Which was a given obviously, even Mugsy knew that. He knew Jude had been drilled the knowledge of what happens if a pasient recieves the wrong blood-type, even for short amounts of time, and Alexander had seen their medic make sure he didn't fuck it up on the people he tried to save. And Alexander wasn't about to do the same, and gave his answer to the three others.

[color=662d91]"O Positive. I'm a match."[/color] Alexander said as he got up from the floor with sweaty palms and a deep breath. He really had to stop getting up and down from the floor so much, he was getting to old for that shit. It was getting pretty dark, and it was doing so pretty fast, covering the house and its interior in darkness akin to the leaves of jungle trees in South east Asia. And worst of all was that Thana still was MIA. [color=662d91]"I hope so too, Thalia, I hope so. But she's Navy, they are tough crackers."[/color] Alexander hoped so at least. [color=662d91]"I'll be right back, just going to search for some light."[/color] 

Alexander soon was off searching the rest of the house for anything to light it up, more specifically anything electronic he could jury-rigg with his 9-volt battery. But the darkness that he tried to fight back made the search fruitless as the Battle of Hamburger Hill. The old veteran couldn't find anything useful to his electronic skills. He missed fiddling with electrionics, and briefly thought back to the Battle of Eden he had taken part in. Radio-contact with the cavarly, that was part of what had made the operation a relative success. Relative...Alexander limped back to the others, leaning against the wall in the hallway as he looked at them with tired and perhaps dissapointed eyes. [color=662d91]"If we don't find any light here, we might as well move all our things into one of the rooms, secure it and get some sleep."[/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: D4 -> E3
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Scouting, Survival[/center][hr][hr] 

So Nigel was getting on Hank's nerves with his own game? Nigel "Hadrian" lifted the side of his mouth into a brief smile, perhaps even a grin, before continuing down the road to their awaiting Fortuna, whatever she might have in stock for them. Perhaps it would be a good idea not to call him by those two words again, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to do something about his own nickname, "Sporticus". Instead of calling back to Hank, Nigel acknowledged Erika's own introduction and made his way down the road alongside that legion if misfits. 

It was getting dark, so it was no wonder that the Neo-Roman had difficulties scouting their surroundings. But he tried nonetheless, stopping in the road leading up to what he presumed Erika had meant was the fishing camp and taking a look with his binoculars around them. It felt heavy to hold up against his eyes in the humidity and armour he was wearing; everything was starting to feel heavy really, but he had to keep soldiering on like the legionaire he was, or face Hades. Looking around Nigel got the impression that nothing of danger was in their immediate area, which was at least not a bad sign. [color=#B8860B]"Coast looks clear."[/color] Nigel stated, putting down his binoculars and following Erika. He really hoped he could take of his armour soon and get some rest, hopefully without being called History Channel names again.