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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall (C) 
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	[color=662d91]"Wait…the debt is already paid? By who?"[/color] Alexander asked Aeron abruptly, giving his fellow old man a surprised look. He had to ask the question, almost quicker than he had thought about it himself, for who would have gone and payed their debt already after just a week? It had been paid, not cleared, so it wasn't his former superiour from the Army days. It didn't make sense that anyone else had paid it down, as nobody else knew the who group…

	Was it…no, could it? But she…how? 

	Alexander would wait for any kind of answer from Aeron, he too finishing his bowl of the lovely Tuna Casserole while Aeron spoke. In-between his own munching, Alexander had to nod and smile. He was right, seeing true happiness did wonders to even old wounds, especially those days. It had lifted ol' Mugsy's spirit surely, all the smiles and friendly conversations he'd had, and to see his loved ones safe. Alexander didn't say much to it, except for a brief and low reply of [color=662d91]"Those who plant in tears will harvest with shouts of joy. Amen."[/color] 

	The mention of them going out for a drink and looking at the photos Aeron had talked about all day, brought Alexander gently to his feet. He was determined, ready to get started on Aeron's promise from yesterday's festivities, hoping it would do him some good. [color=662d91]"Sounds like a plan. I can't stuff myself anymore with the casserole, as great as it was. But I'll pass on the drink, just a water or the unlikely pop if you have."[/color] Alexander answered, picking up his tray and following Aeron's lead. It was getting crowded, a little too crowded for Alexander's own liking, and he had things to help with. 

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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Mess Hall (C) 
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	For all the pleasentries being passed arond the table, now with the arrival of the older man called Manny and whatnot, Nigel was thrown off the horse as of the words uttered by Rosie: "Yeah, he fucked up." Most of the following conversation was drowned out by his senses, a sense of dread washing over him as he thought back to the previous night. Really, he thought about the entire week and how Hunter had again and again managed to put his foot in his mouth in more intrecate ways. And now he had once again outdone himself. 

	[color=#B8860B]"Court…martial…"[/color] 

	Nigel looked up in disbelief at Rosie, then Manny as he reinforced her point. Indeed Hunter was locked up at this point, presumably in a jailcell or dungeon, whatever Camp Mexico Beach had for these problems. And to add insult to injury they had taken his dog. Nigel, while not close to the young soldier, had a sense of responsibility over the boy. Perhaps it was his teacher's gene that made him predisposed to look after the troubled legionaire, or he simply couldn't believe what he was being told. 

	[color=#B8860B]"…One day, no not even that…Half a day, and he's already been thrown into a carcer…Oh by what threads has his destiny been spun now?"[/color] Nigel muttered to himself, rubbing his face in disbelief at the thought that there was no saving that kid. No really, Nigel was losing hope fast, and clearly the others didn't pay his fate much effort. He sighed audibly, looking down upon his tuna salad in defeat, even as it was not his own battle he'd lost. [color=#B8860B]"There's no saving that boy, is there? He needs help, but seems too far gone…What will happen to him now?"[/color] He wasn't talking to anyone around the table as much as he talked to himself. Perhaps some people just didn't want to be saved?