[center][h1][color=f7941d]Paul Beaufort[/color][/h1]
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[i]Location: West Caldwell - Shell Gas Station
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The way things had escalated in such a short time was something else.

These were the kind of situations you saw in fiction and it did shock Paul, even if he had remained relatively composed given current events. When the first reports went out he had thought how disease control would handle things, how the military would coordinate, and how to plan around it. He was impulsive, but measured, then again all of the thinking he could possibly do was thrown into a blender when he came to realize his daughter wasn’t anywhere safe. Paternal instincts came in from there, and then, he went to find his very bitter and quite upset ex-wife to try to coordinate their efforts.

Considering the papers he had left at her door over the weekend he was surprised she hadn’t turned into a raving lunatic. Fortunately, that had not happened so far; though, she was a very loud and manic person.

[color=f7941d]“If you think so.”[/color] He remarked, as he stopped his car, knowing Diane would want to investigate. His eyes scanned the road for any trouble, and then back to the tracker app. [color=f7941d]“If they won’t help, it won’t take us long at all to find her.”[/color]

It wouldn’t take him long to go a mile, barring the troubles he had driving.