Evan's enthusiasm was a bit too strong for Alonso and he found himself leaning ever so slightly backward to escape spitting range. The older man was right though, he knew; the Imperials hadn't pulled their punches in Rinneheim and there was no reason to believe they would start now. Gallia was the underdog in this pit and her soldiers had better start getting used to it. [b]'I'll take that point. Hell, I guess we did take down a proper tank without lancing it; that can't happen often.'[/b] Alonso's eyebrows raised slowly at Evan's reply about the tank. He had known that the tank had been taken out by an IED, but hadn't been told who was responsible. He glowered as Evan explained, already suspicious of their new engineer. [b]'Glaive, wasn't it? I dunno man, there's something wrong about that broad. You seen that gun she's got, the pistol? Looks like an Imp gun to me.'[/b] Alonso leaned forward, muttering darkly. [b]'She don't sound local neither. Now I don't wanna be yelling spy, but something don't add up.'[/b] The malice in his eyes made it clear what he would want to do if Glaive did turn out to be an Imperial agent. [i]No quarter for traitors or spies, burn the fuckers alive.[/i]


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[i]Dammit, did I spook her? Shouldn't have come out so sudden, should have...[/i] With Sykora looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Harald's mind raced as he tried to come up with a way to calm her. Without any real knowledge of the girl, it wasn't gonna be easy. [b]'At ease Brenna, we're off duty now. Please, just call me Harald.'[/b] He sparked up a new cigarette in as calm a manner as he could muster, giving Brenna an encouraging smile as she finally replied. [b]'That to- Rinneheim? Really?'[/b] His eyes narrowed as he studied her features, trying to place it among the myriad faces he had committed to memory as a police officer. They hadn't met, he decided, at least not as officer and criminal. The up-class (or at least non-Darcsen) bakeries of the town had been pretty much off-limits to him even in uniform, so chances were that they had never crossed paths before. [b]'I guess it makes sense that there would be a few other locals in the company. You might recognise me; I was a constable in the GPC? Only darkhair on the force?'[/b] He tried to lighten the situation up with a little self-deprecating humour, but he had no idea how she would take it. If Brenna had been a part of Rinneheim's less tolerant strata...