[h1]Lawrence Hale[/h1]

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November 18, 1:22 AM
North Eastern Watchtower

Hearty laughter and loud conversation filled the room, Lawrence was holding a little get-together with his fellow Engineers. "So Lawrence!" One of the men said, downing his cup of ale after. "Why aren't you on Tier I duty again?" He asked. "I told you many times Hammel, I'm off-duty." Lawrence replied, flashing his white teeth with a smile and leaning back, a small cup of rum in his hand. "Which means I can drink when I want!" He joked, raising his cup before drinking it in one swig. The four other men laughed at the banterous nature of Lawrence. "So, how goes the Tier II work? Treating you all well I hope." Lawrence asked as he set his cup on the table. "Bah you know how it is." Another man said. "All in the Makers' name and whatnot." He said, giving a brief opinion. Then the announcement came. 

“Fifty-Eighters are attacking the northeastern proximity! Initiate protocols twelve and thirteen!”

The men immediately got up and moved out the room as well as Lawrence. "Tier II's she said. You don't HAVE to do this." Hammel said to Lawrence. "I'm still an Engineer." Hale said as he picked up a Remington Model 1858 pistol and slinging a Lee Enfield rifle over his back. "And besides, nothing like defending Voldoa after drinking rum to steady your aim." He added with a smile, flashing his white teeth before making his way out of the room.