[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Wewahitchka (B4 -> C4)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]None[/center][hr][hr]

Oh Alexander was just as eager as the rest to go check out what a fuctioning Huey was doing around those parts, but he hadn't expected them to up and leave as quick as they did. Not that he didn't want to himself, but having a redneck-pegleg didn't exactly make you an Edwin Moses or anything. [color=662d91]"...and of course the grunt's left to fend for himself..."[/color] Grabbing the rest of his belongings as quick as he could, he walked/jogged/limped out into the open, towards their possible rescue. His whole body told him that it was Evac, it was what his mind had been thouroughly trained to do when hearing that sound. That wasn't the sound of being deployed into battle, that was the sound of getting the hell out of dodge!

The excercising old Mugsy had done the past two days with the leg payed off, allowing him to move relatively steadily out of the house and onto the road leading south-east. Down it some way he saw the three others in his squad...His army brain was kicking in once again. That's perhaps how he thought he could hear that the Huey wasn't even fully loaded, by the sound of the propeller and rotor. Once you heard that enough, it stuck to you. Alexander made his way to Thalia, Manny and Beatrice, holding his head down and eyes pointed down the road. [color=662d91]"Keep your heads down and spread out. We don't want them to get us that easy."[/color] Alexander told them, the irony not going past him. He was only armed with a hammer, and not a really good one either. Against the heavy ordinance a Huey packed, they stood little chance. [color=662d91]"Anyone seen anything so far?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Wewahitchka (E8 - 87)
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color] None[/center][hr][hr]

For once it hadn't been Wayne going out before a plan had been made, but Hank who decided to take the mantle and investigate first the source of the noise. Nigel "Hadrian" looked back at Erica with her look at him, giving a look of honest ignorance as to what the ruckus was all about, before looking back at Hank who asked if any of them were coming. Before Nigel could either confirm nor disprove of anything, Hank had strolled out of the building and out onto the street. And Wayne followed him after the ususal talking-to-himself routine, that much was nothing new. Nigel got up on his feet and slung the various parts of his kit over his shoulder like Erica had done. [color=#B8860B]"Follow me, and stay close. Watch my back, Erica."[/color]

"Hadrian" moved out of the building more slowly than he felt Hank and Wayne had, looking both directions as he exited. But as he turned to his left, it hit him just what Wayne had blurted out in his usual "Delphian" state. [color=#B8860B]"...Did he say 'Choppa'? Like Arnold 'Choppa'?"[/color] "Hadrian" moved slowly up the street, hugging the wall as he went and making sure he was in front of Erica if she followed. Wayne was over himself with joy it seemed, and it wasn't difficult to guess why. [color=#B8860B]"Stay behind me, this might be too good to believe."[/color] Nigel said behind him, but kept moving forward to the unreal scene before them. He stopped a good distance behind Wayne, holding his hands down and in a non-violent manner, but ready to jump to the side if things got hairy. [color=#B8860B]"And here I though the old world had died, and now...Civilization."[/color]