[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room -> Briefing) 
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander stiffled the desire to shed a tear and stopped himself from calling Thana "Ma'am" when Thana saluted him back. He felt something, something he hadn't felt in years, thanks to that simple salute. For a moment he didn't know what it was, and he half expected whatever feeling it was to be just as bad as any connection to the military had been these past decades. But it didn't. Alexander thought it was…pride, perhaps? Yes, it could be that. Pride in that someone had saluted him back, not because of his uniform or etiquette, but perhaps he deserved it? 

The old veteran didn't say anything else as the others continued on their parts of the reunion, Thalia and Manny doing the heavy-lifting of the talking, one more than the other. There really wasn't much else to say, really. Alexander wasn't going to start briefing her about their past time without her, how they got on without a hand and leg, or their plans for now. That could be saved for later. Besides, Alexander and Thana hadn't left on the best of terms, and Alexander didn't know what to say. But the old veteran, Mugsy as Thana called him just like before, kept on smiling and standing in the small group, still getting used to his new leg. But Alexander didn't put his hand on Manny's shoulder as he stopped talking, giving him a good pat. Thalia was right. Even if Manny had a fighter jet's engine for a mouth, he was damn good. 

The opening of the door a few minutes later was enough to pull Alexander's attention out of the conversation they had, watching Panama enter the room and calling up from a of names. Their names. Alexander's surname was there at the very top it seemed, Polawski. Like he was called forth for inspection of trousers or about to be told to call down some heavy ordinance on a suspicious-looking bush. Alexander gave a look at his friends, confusion coming from his face. Why did Gunny want to see them, and them in particular? Alexander wasn't about to argue against a direct order, and followed Panama to what ended up being marked as "Briefing". Still not used to his new leg, Alexander decided to take a seat and rest his stump now that he could as they were waiting on Gunny. For what, he still had no idea. Alexander only sat in the chair, looking at the others and fiddling with his Catholic rosary still wrapped around his wrist. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]


Nigel turned his head from looking at the heart-warming reunion in the middle of the room and looked back at Erica, giving her a wide grin at her teasing and nudge. [color=#B8860B]"Hey, if you don't want an answer you won't be surprised of, don't ask questions you already know the answer to."[/color] Nige said teasingly back to her, chuckling at their banter as he looked back around the room. His shoulders were lowered, not raised like they had been for years after the Undead rose and he had to fight for his life every moment. Things were calm inside Quarantine, and like Erica said about the two girls, they were doing all right. [color=#B8860B]"Good, they were in bad shape earlier this week. We all were, but now…I think all of us might be all right."[/color] 

Sitting now beside Erica in their own corner of the room, Nigel put away his book on Rome entirely, closing it with a bookmark at his last read page about the Battle of Adrianople and placing it beside him. He would focus entirely on Erica and what else might happen in the room, reading with all the noise was no fun after all. [color=#B8860B]"Erica? What are the odds that someone we knew starts walking into the camp as well? Is there anyone you're hoping for? Fate's already lead two of their friends here. Ducunt volentem fata, fate leads the willing…"[/color] Nigel asked Erica, a hopeful seriousness in his voice ending in another chuckle from earlier, prompting him to give Erica an amused look. [color=#B8860B]"No wait, you were right about earlier. Of course I was reading about Rome."[/color] 

Nigel looked up from his and Erica's seated talk when Panama returned to the room, announcing that some of them were to follow him. What, more interviews? And all of them together? The list was six people in total, so what were they going to do? Why not Wayne or Hunter, since they had made a show of themselves so to speak? Nigel "Hadrian" looked back at Erica, giving her a questioning look as if she could answer him.