[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] North Of Newnan (Spring & St. Clair) [/center][hr][hr]

Alexander didn't need to see Lola and Thalia to get that look of confusion that was filling his face right then. Lola's words did that job just fine alright. 'Nunya', really? Alexander wasn't a big fan of using slang, but he had heard that one. So the confusion question was what was actually going on that he was told not to poke his nose in? Not that he would poke said nose further, for obvious reasons...

Not that he got a whole lot more time to think, as the sound of conversation continued from inside the tank. At first it seemed like it was just the same ol' couple of unwilling hosts talking amongst each other, but slowly his ears were starting to pick up what was talked about; other people. Survivors, on a satelite phone. That was plenty of reason for the earlier excitemnet...but it didn't stop there. 

Alexander sat in complete silence, listening in awe to the conversation unfolding inside the tank. The sat-phone had belonged to someone Thalia knew, now in the hands of some James-fellow; Thalia had gone quiet for a moment, made what Alexander could only guess was Lola being concerned; and now they wanted to meet up of all things. To him it sounded like an ambush; it was too perfect, too good an oppertunity and coincedence that all of this matched up with the phone and all. 

Then again, his own encounter with Thalia and Lola was far from normal, so who was he to judge. And besides, he was only a guest. A very temporary guest who didn't have a word in what was to be done. The old man scratched his beard as he thought about all of that, muttering something like [color=662d91]"Well...Jesus Christ, that's heavy..."[/color]