[color=8493ca][h3][b]Post Captain Le Marinier[/b][/h3]
[b]Telagrams and Talks.[/b]
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“Stand down. That is an order Private. They are here to help us. I am of the equivalent rank of Col…” He was beaten to the reprimand by the thankful and well timed arrival of his army captain, he would not have wanted to or had to split their little party again when he and others turned on the surviving soldier from Inbur. It prevented more extreme actions. 

The man seemed to take charge of the soldier and hopefully prevent him firing on the Mitton soldiers, the last thing he wanted was to be in the middle of someone else's war..again. “my compliments, your arrival was timely.” He said not hiding his relief that the man had managed to defuse the situation and hopefully could prevent a fire fight from starting. 

“I cannot talk for a beginning or middle captain, but I was called over here as Carter was in trouble, only it turned out to be a help against his trouble. He tried to steal gold. He attacked a guard,  was shot and wounded, escaped, and I presume, local police are after him.

The Mitteraland Army arrived to hand over the ship with orders. I agreed in terms to respect the captain and ship, allow all to take personal effects and to allow us to contact those in the city to collect their effects.” He said keeping it short surprised a Prince would visit them so directly, Marshal of their military though unsure if that was a practical or ceremonial rank. 

“Does anyone have any idea why he did something so desperate?” finished glancing out to see if a car, horses or some other sign of an arriving Marshal. 

Reaching for his service revolver he made sure to put the weapon on safe and removed the spent casing smelling of cordite to replace with a fresh loose round, fat, copper jacketed rounds with heavy lead bullets. Squat things and meant to dump energy rather than pierce material. Returning it to his holster and buttoning it back up now the danger had passed. 

“Marshal, as in Royal or Military…or both?” He had to honestly ask, he never really had done heavy research into Mittonland Military. They had different titles and used their own language. You had to deal with high rank officers and high ranking Royals a little bit differently. 

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The international park. 

“Call it off…” The Sgt said quietly to the men as they gathered off the park, smoking pipes and holding newspapers. “Too much heat, Police armed, whatever that van stuff was with guards go grab a beer, take a walk, break up, see you in a few hours.” He said with a final word and headed to talk a loop of the park and walk round to the Embassy via a rather long route. The others nodded and began to break up, acting like they had a discussion and broke up making their own way and their own business. 

“Mi lady, need a hand. This path is quite slippery today.” The Sgt said as he helped a woman up who had almost lost her balance. He looked like a gentleman, he would blend in as one. Especially when the money in his pocket was not his wages…

Unlike some of the others they moved away quietly, blended in and moved away one by one, no groups, no obvious nature. Just a few gentleman enjoying the airs.