[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/598d2cfb9fa20176f42a0346bffd9a3d/tumblr_mjqny52CHt1qetpu1o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Russian (fluent)[/center][hr]	It was becoming increasing difficult to stay calm and focus on keeping Jamie happy and unaware of the tension in the room. Jack didn't know any psychology - but his gut was telling him that his son didn't need to have this memory when he was older. Jamie was going to see enough horrible things - he didn't need to see his mother punch his uncle, Riley swear at her, and everything else that was happening. He wanted to protect his son from the world - from everything in it that he could - and while he couldn't get Jamie out of this room at the moment, he could at least keep him calm and happy. 

	However, he couldn't stay calm anymore as Hunter began to tear into Tatiana. Asking her if she was stupid. It reminded him very vaguely of one of his earlier memories - when his mother and father were together in the same room, with him shouting at her something along those lines. He took a sharp breath, taking a quick assessment of the room. He couldn't pass off Jamie to anyone at the moment to go yell at Hunter properly himself. He didn't trust Amelia's judgment. Riley was angry. Tatiana and Ash were both fighting. He didn't trust anyone else there. At least the military officers running this show hadn't done anything towards Tatiana just yet. 

	Jack shifted slightly, gently putting his hands over Jamie's ears. As he spoke, his eyes flickered down every few seconds, just to make sure he didn't need to adjust his hold on his son in order to keep him safe. [color=00ff00]"I am not goin' to repeat myself, kid,"[/color] he prefaced, looking at Hunter and not moving from where he was. [color=00ff00]"If ya speak to my wife again like that - if you yell and scream in front of my kid and sweah - bein' out of people's good books will be the least of your probahlems,"[/color] he warned. 

	As Tatiana came over to the couch to grab her pack, Jack gave her a gentle but tired smile. He knew that Tatiana had needed to have that talk with Ash. He didn't like that she had punched him in front of their son, that there had been screaming and yelling. But she was his wife - he was going to support her emotionally as best as he could. His eyes swept over Tatiana's back as she undressed, making damn sure that Jamie couldn't see that. Tears came to his eyes and once more, he felt helpless and lost, not sure what to do or what to say. [color=00ff00]"[sub]1[/sub]Solovey ... Ty feniks,"[/color] Jack said softly to Tatiana. Whenever he spoke, he kept his tone either steady and even or soft and kind. He didn't want to upset Jamie with more anger. 

	And then, as if the universe was trying to test him, Ash came over and had the nerve to say that he was [i]disappointed[/i] in him. [color=00ff00]"You're disappointed in me?"[/color] Jack asked, his voice steady but only for Jamie's sake. He was shaking on the inside. [color=00ff00]"Walk away from me, fine. I get that you're hurtin' real badly, Ash. And this? This wasn't pretty. I am Tatiana's husband and Jamie's fathah. My job is to keep my family safe - to keep my kid from gettin' messed up from seein' all of this or hurt if a fight spread. Who was I gonna have take Jamie? Not Red - she's a sweet kid but she doesn't have common sense. Not Riley, not you and not Tatiana. So would ya have been less disappointed if I let Jamie crawl on the ground, with people we don't even know? People who coulda hurt him?"[/color]

	There was a lot more that Jack wanted to say to Ash, but he didn't. Now wasn't the time for that. Now wasn't the time to bring up the pain Jack felt every time Ash acted like [i]he[/i] was Jamie's father - like [i]he[/i] was Tatiana's husband. There had been things that Ash said to his son before Jack had a chance to, things that Jack should have said first. Promises Jack should have been the first to make. 

	He took another deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. He never had a good father. He didn't have happy memories of him. He wanted Jamie to have happy memories - he was too little to have dark ones, too little to see his family fall apart. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yN9kRR9v/tumblr-inline-pai0jg-G5th1rt2432-540.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Hand-to-Hand Combat, Stamina[/center][hr]	With all of the drama, tension, and chaos in the room, Beatrice kept her concentration on Alexander. Unfortunately, not moments after the screaming had stopped, it started up again with some young kid. She stared at him, wondering what level of human stupidity he was attempting to achieve here. How blind did he have to be, to not see what a colossal mistake he was making? He was triggering Alexander's mental issues - triggering pain to someone that was not needed. She wouldn't have cared but Alexander was [i]her[/i] people. And Beatrice didn't mind if she was told she couldn't stay here. She would be just fine. Thalia was helping with Alexander as well, seeing if she could get him to a quiet place to sit. 

	That was good. Beatrice didn't care for the threats that some of the men were shooting towards Hunter. They were not actions - just words. Most likely, someone this idiotic would make this same mistake again. It also helped that Beatrice enjoyed a good physical altercation. And the longer she was here, the more she felt like she was back in juvi again. Only fists would teach a lesson. [color=23D5B7]"I've got this,"[/color] she told Thalia and Alex simply. Then without a second thought, she turned and tackled Hunter to the ground. 

	She kept a firm grip on him, pinning him like a pro, preventing him from getting back up again. This was how warnings were sent back home. This is how Beatrice knew to operate. Without feeling any remorse, she looked down at him simply. [color=23D5B7]"Now, if you scream or try to get out of this, I will break your arm,"[/color] Beatrice said. [color=23D5B7]"Consider this your first warning. You only get one. Next time, I will kill you. And unlike the others here, I make good on my word. They're good people. I'm not. I just pretend to be one."[/color] She still didn't release him, waiting to see how he reacted. She didn't care what the officers would do to her. Kill her, kick her out, hurt her - [i]whatever[/i]. It was a strange feeling, being willing to risk herself for Alexander's mental health. She didn't know if she should be afraid of that or not - if she was losing her edge. 

	What she [i]did[/i] know was that she was looking forward to inflicting pain on Hunter if he didn't learn his lesson instantaneously. [color=23D5B7]"Do you understand or do I need to have them waste medical supplies here on your soon to be broken arm?"[/color]