[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Wewahitchka (C5 -> D7)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Navigation[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander resisted the urge to throw back a witty comment to Thalia, though coming up with a good comeback along the lines of "So that's why I taste like shit/O's ever since we met?". It felt almost like when he was Thalia's age, young and full of life, ready with sharp words and quick action to get something done. Holding his tounge and moving forward, he almost wished himself back to that time. But then again, he didn't. Alexander did however think about what Thalia said just before she made off down the road. [color=662d91]"Let's hope it's her fellow Blue Water Navies, would make most sense. Not many that can operate a Huey like that."[/color] The old veteran commented on the possibility of it being Thana's people. That would make things so much easier for them all...Could Thana be there? 

Mugsy the One-Legged ass-kicker continued to limp forward on his good leg, pegleg and crutch a good distance behind Thalia, when he heard her talking excitedly up ahead with someone...the chopper-people? It didn't register with him at first, but quickly his brain went into overdrive at the exclaimation "Navy's Ash". That rang a bell louder than a Phantom dropping bombs over your sorry meatheads, and even if he couldn't see who she was talking to, Thalia's following All Clear was enough for Alexander to quicken his pace alongside Beatrice. [color=662d91]"That's one of your guys, right?"[/color] Alexander quietly questioned Beatrice on the move, but grew silent as they came closer to Thalia. Who where they, and why were they here? It was difficult to say, or even make an educated guess about anything at this point. He hadn't gotten enough time to look at any of those people or the Huey itself, so he couldn't make any assumptions about it being Army or Navy. 

They were told to surrender all their equipment and belongings to the guys in the chopper, much like NVA POWs or suspected VCs were. Alexander knew the drill, and followed Beatrice's lead as he surrendered the stuff he carried; Hammer, the box of nails, the battery, painkiller, the amazing mug saying "You're lucky I only have one food, or I'd be kicking your ass now." The only things he kept was the rosary wrapped around his wrist and the pegleg. What was he going to do without the crutch? Wack them with his redneck-pegleg? [color=662d91]"Give me a hand, will ya Manny?"[/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 (D8)
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

What made Hadrian grind his gear the most in that situation? It had to be either A, that they weren't being given any answers as to what would happen to their belongings and more specific about that if and when they made it to whatever and wherever their base was, or B, that both Wayne and Hank had some very solid points to argue for in the face of the odds. The helicopter was more than armed enough to deal with Nigel "Hadrian's" Roman sword, more than he would ever like to admit, and if they had wanted to just rob them that galley could have set sail long ago. Not to mention that sleeping somewhere properly fortified was appealing. 

Nigel "Hadrian" gave Hank one last dejected look, before looking forward again at the helicopter, its crew and the others surrounding it, even the duck-girl...This was becoming more of a comedy than a tragedy in Greek fashion. Now the guy known as Panama was going to start calling him Sportacus, wasn't that just one more joy in life? But he couldn't argue against the older man with his weapon, and resumed the usual look he gave students that annoyed him just that tiny amount too little to reprimand them. But he complied. 

[color=#B8860B]"As they say; When in Rome..."[/color]

Hadrian took a careful and slow few steps forward, making sure not to do anything sudden as he began to unbuckle his greaves and vambraces. Even Vercingetorix knew when to put down his weapons and submit. He didn't like it, but he didn't have to. Wayne and Hank were going it seemed, and it was best to stick together. Even if they hadn't watched anything but the History Channel. Then followed the rest of his belongings; his satchels containing much of his belongings, the binoculars, the shield, and lastly his sheathed sword. The last thing this called for was a parade. Hearing the sound of engines at the other side of the helicopter and people, Nigel "Hadrian" gave a look at the soldier standing between them and the Huey, really hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid. He looked again at Erika and spoke to her, holding his hands out to the sides to allow Maddog to search him as well. [color=#B8860B]"I think we can only expect the unexpected right now. Lets hope for the best."[/color]