[center][color=B8860B][h1][hr]Theo Callahan[hr][/h1][/color][/center]
[indent]In response to Thrax, Theo laughed with a low-toned laugh heavy to vibrate into the captain's ears.[color=B8860B]"No, no, you and I both know there's a difference between a wolf and hawk..."[/color] Theo turned his steps towards Lieutenant Alfred Vanderbilt. [color=B8860B]"You see, this is a hawk."[/color] Alfie quivered in discomfort and surprise as he felt an abrupt firm grip collapse on his shoulders, Theo's chin leaned against the side of his brow, standing behind the young man in his early twenties. [color=B8860B]"So cute in the little crimson uniform."[/color] Proceeding to mock and taunt, Theo snatched Alfie's side cap, before placing it on his buzz-cut shaven head. [color=B8860B]"Aw, how long did you polish that pendent?"[/color] Circling around Alfie, he pinched at the Lieutenant's sliver hawk pinned against his chest. [color=B8860B]"I bet you ironed this suit yourself, didn't you little Alfie? Gotta have that Overseer pride. Gotta keep the uniform free from stains, can't get blood on your hands."[/color] Theo directed a glare at Thrax, [color=B8860B]"Not like a wolf, overthrowing alpha."[/color] Theo slapped the side cap against Alfie's jet hairs, before making a path towards Corporal O'Hare. [color=B8860B]"Surprised he didn't even make you beta. Nah, he's gotta keep the brown-noser on top. Little Alfie is his favorite."[/color]

With that said, immediately the Sheriff arrived on horseback. As he offered Theo the liquor, the Spartan simply responded with, [color=B8860B]"I was planning on getting drunk after the vows, or [i]during[/i]-- Ha!"[/color] Theo glanced as his wife, hoping for a smile, however Isabel did not seem amused. [color=B8860B]"It's too early in the morning for that, Sheriff."[/color] Theo began walking back towards the Overseers, [color=B8860B]"Besides, I only drink when there's something to celebrate."[/color] He stopped in his tracks. [color=B8860B]"Wait, there is something to celebrate."[/color] Theo clutched the bottle from the Sheriff's hand, raising it up, and giving a toast, [color=B8860B]"To being finally liberated!"[/color]
[hr]The Spartan and the Renaissance entered the muse war room, as all faction had their own war rooms to discuss any official matters in privacy. The two powerful leaders were accompanied by their right-hands. All of them surrounded the enormous circular mahogany table covered with a map of London. Normally, with any circumstances that concern the safety of the colony, such as the topic of intruders, the vanguards would be in charge of what action to take. However, because of the newly formed alliance, vanguard matters are muse matters, vice versa. 

[color=B8860B]"So, wifey, here is how it should be done. I take the Captain and the Corporal, you can decide what to do with Vanderbilt. Thrax and O'Hare are responsible for the riot that had some of my own soldiers turning their backs on my orders. It is justice that I be the one to judge the two them."[/color] Theo's tone was a mix of sounding authoritative and determined. He was not going to take "no" for an answer. He would not bear it if Isabel denied him his [i]justice[/i]. 
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