[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/xT0xeNe4UWIUnwHTCE/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Wewahitchka, Florida (E8 -> D8)
[b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
	Wayne had no fucking clue what that noise was or even if it was real. Shit it could be real, could just be a pounding in his head or Happy pretending to be a horse and about to start singing. It was a coin toss really. People were talking, he wasn't paying a lick of attention. This wasn't abnormal for the man, he tended to suffer from selective deafness. He was once married, it was a super skill most men got as soon as they said "I Do." Just like a mother get "the look" downloaded into her skill set the moment she becomes a mother. Some things are just programed into our DNA and get triggered at certain moments. Like the worst set of super powers in history. Being Wayne's age he had two. Selective Deafness and Weather Prediction Joints. 

	Scrambling to his feet he swung his overly long scarf around it and started making snorting noises before a large wad of phlegm came out of his mouth and landed on the floor by his boot. Thank god the man didn't have any chewing tobacco. [color=598527]"Keep it up fucko and I will spit that shit in your mouth next time."[/color] Apparently Wayne wasn't talking to anyone that could be seen in the room. Granted, again, this wasn't new. 

	Looking out the window he caught sight of what was making all the fucking racket. [color=598527]"I spy with my little eye.... Holy fuck balls."[/color] His mouth was agape for a brief moment before he suddenly sounded like a really bad impersonation of Arnold Schwarzenegger. [color=598527]"Get to da choppa!"[/color] he laughed and went out the door right behind Hank. 

	Did Wayne hug the wall? Fuck no. He walked right to the middle of the road, stopped and turned slowly. His head leading the turn as he looked as if he was in the middle of the O-K coral at high noon. Just for a moment before he reached up and laughed and pretended to wipe a tear from his eyes. One foot moved in front of the over as he started moving with swagger towards the group. [color=598527]"Oh baby you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in years. Look at those curves, oh I bet you're a ton of fun!"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/a6be154b9012b29acedfe708bb265de6/tumblr_nxdftwcaMj1r2igv7o2_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Wewahitchka, Florida: B7 -> C8
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Athletics, Survivial[/center][hr]
	There was a pause in the muttering as Amelia said something. Tatiana standing up slowly and moving towards the window of the house. She hadn't heard anything to start, a crying baby next to your heard made hearing most things difficult. Placing Jamie against her chest she patted his back to calm him as she looked around and spotted the helicopter making the long circle around the town. [color=a187be]"Da Blyad'," (the fuck)[/color] she said in shock. This was something she never thought she would see again but there it was and she wasn't the only one seeing it so she was sure it wasn't a hallucination. 

	Turning her head she glanced over towards Riley. [color=a187be]"Metal bird. Hov you say?"[/color] she asked as she pointed out the window. She might have been fluent in English but the word Helicopter escaped her. It just wasn't one of those words that got used a lot in general conversation, much less in this day and age due to the fact there was never any around. Sure she could cuss like a sailor and by now knew every turn of phrase from Boston but helicopter was beyond her capability to translate. 

	It seemed that she would get her answer, even if it was from a sleepy Ash. Torn from his slumber he was talking gibberish to her. Then he said something was inbound. [color=a187be]"Huey,"[/color] she repeated to herself. Not that she knew a Huey was a type of helicopter, to her now Huey meant helicopter. Orders came with that and normally she would question if this was a good idea. Both from a psychological aspect and a paranoid one but she had a sick child and when it came to things like this, Tatiana knew she was out of her depth. Ash knew best. 

	Grabbing the carrier she slipped Jamie into it and strapped it to her chest. She had the baby, well toddler now, and Jack had the bags. She nodded to him when he smiled and rushed behind them. At the rate people were moving this would place her behind Ash and Jack if something went down and Amelia and Riley behind her. Sure, it was a shit move to put herself in the center where the chances of them taking a bullet aimed at her was highest but she didn't care. Jamie was her biggest concern and she had made it well known she would sacrifice the lot of them to keep the kid alive. 

	Moving carefully she stayed down and hoped that Jamie would stay quiet. She shoved a pacifier in his mouth right then and figured that was the best she could do right then. Sure she could have stayed inside, waited to see how things played out but there was a chance for something more and Tatiana, if she had learned anything from an old friend of hers she had lost a long time ago, was how to smooth talk a situation if she needed. 

[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=f1c40f]Year 5: Update[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] July 15th, 2012[hr][img]https://i.ibb.co/QcKjT2z/Wewahitchka2.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Location:[/color][/b] Wewahitchka, Florida[/center]
	[b]Temperature:[/b] 89F (32C)
	[b]Humidity:[/b] Fucking High (Around 99%) - Raining off and on all day
	[b]Wind Speed:[/b] 7 MPH (11 KPH)
	[b]Cloud Coverage:[/b] About 66% covered with thick dark clouds[hr]

	"Jesus H Fucking Christ, the boy has more of a mouth than me," the man in the cowboy hat chuckled as he stood there, draping an arm over the large mounted weapon. The pilot started snickering and covering his lips as he scooted over just enough to lean in the passenger seat a little so he could get a look at the kid. 

	"He either has balls or he's stupid," the woman commented as she climbed out of the helicopter and eyed the kid over the top of her purple tinted glasses like some hippy librarian. "I vote both."

	A smirk formed on the old man's lip. "Panama, Spots, Dusty," the older man said as he pulled the cigar from his mouth before pointing them out in order. Panama (the man in the cowboy hat) grinned a cheeky grin, Spots (the woman) nodded slightly, and Dusty (the pilot) waves and smiled like a dork. Then he rubbed his chin with his thumb. "I'm Maddog and no, I already ate."

	Dusty licked his lips. "Awww, that gravy man!" 

	A look of nearly giving up game over Panama's face. "Fucking god man, do you ever not think of food?" 

	"Only when I'm getting laid." There was a smart-assed tone to the pilots voice. 

	"So, all the time then," Spots chimed in and Panama doubled over and let out a blaring HA! "Double O, got another." There was a motion behind her. Turning Maddog looked and quirked a brow and took a few steps back away from the helicopter so he could get a straight line of sight from all directions, save his six. Spots was watching. He didn't look concerned. 

	"Like fucking cockroaches." Panama's finger pointed back down the street behind the mouth. There was a chew on the cigar that was back in Maddog's mouth as he rested a hand on his weapon. Ash had been the first to be seen, followed by Hank and then Wayne.

	"Rev it up double O?" Dusty yelled as he sat back up in his seats. It seemed like a good choice. People coming out of the wood work, more than that had come with the chopper but Maddog shook his head, only once but it was enough. Then again only one was speaking to them right now. 

	"Excuse me!" Spots fingers balled up as her lips thinned as she eyed Wayne who was walking right at them.

	"I think he's talking about," Dusty quipped as he patted the helicopter. 

	"Friends of yours?" Maddog asked Monroe. He didn't wait for an answer. His eyes moved from Wayne and Hank. "Name, Rank, Serial Number." The voice boomed with a heavy amount of authority but it was clear as day Maddog was speaking to Ash as his head turned, his eyes were boring a hole through the man as he moved. He was sure as shit that Ash was a soldier even though he had only watched the man take a few steps by this time. (Nat 20 roll)

	Spots climbed through the Huey and came out the other side so she was facing Ash and his group now. Her eyes seemed to go right passed Ash and Jack. The woman behind them with the red hair and carrier attached to her chest seemed to have her attention. "Oh girl. That is not a person you can hide. That is a conspicuous person designed to stick out," she said as she motioned towards Tatiana's carrier. "How old?"

	"Double O, we got more," Panama yelled out but the man was waiting for an answer from people it seemed before he just stood there, looking all too relaxed to have so many unknowns come out of their respective areas. He just stood there taking a puff of the cigar between his teeth from time to time.