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You...! Do you know what you're saying? You dare tell me this to my face?!

Who do you think you're fooling? Count Bishmer's your own relative, isn't he?

You... you!

How did someone like you get into the position of Captain of the Guards?

You don't have a care in you for Infected community cases, and you turn a blind eye when gangs from the Boil cause disaster. And now you're not going to look into something this massive?

Then what IS your job? You've abandoned your duties!

Is there still anyone in the Caladon Guards qualified to enforce the law?

So you're going to mutiny?

I'm a Mounted Police Officer on temporary transfer here by the City Council! Right now, I'm the one in charge of the Mounted Police of Caladon City—you and I are of the same rank! You should have no authority to order me!

Fine, then! I just knew you bumpkin lot would...

You wait. You just wait until the Duke's back from Londinium. I'll report to him in full detail just the kind of attitude you 'Mounted Police' bring to your work!

Suit yourself! Goodbye!

Lowly circus spectacles, damned backwater blood... You wait until the Duke's back! You'll get your damn dues!

November 28th, 1097, 7:15 P.M.

White House Pub, The Boil, Caladon

What are they doin'? That sets us back a whole day!

You think it's some kinda slip-up at the factory?

Then what do we do now?

We hold on a little longer... If we still don't get news by this evening, we dip out, pronto.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Evening, I'm looking for two people they call 'the Danton Brothers' and I've heard some say they see them come by this pub sometimes...

Shit! What got the Guards in here?

Don't panic! We're in the Boil, what's she gonna try?

Ha! Found you!

So, what does, ah... a fine Mounted Police Officer want with a pair of law-abiding brothers?

I'll need you to come with me to the Guards about a case of arson in the Infected neighborhood, early morning on the 24th. I have a few questions I'd like to ask.

And if we politely decline?

Please, comply with law enforcement's work, Mr. Danton.

Easy there, Mount! This is the Boil you're in. Your word isn't law here.

Get out. You're not welcome at my bar.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the pub begins to strain. A few bruisers with vicious looks rise from their seats.

They pull out weapons, eyeing the pint-sized officer with malice.

Hahaha, this is Caladon's Boil, signora. You fancy coppers don't fit in here.

Go on back to helping the Infected scrub their chamber pots. That sounds about right for you.

*Sigh*.

(Nine people... I've got plenty to write once the report comes...)

November 28th, 1097, 7:50 P.M.

Streets of Caladon

Motor it! Quick, she's right behind us!

My hand's broken!

Suck it up and keep runnin'! This Mount's crazy!

We can't beat that shit! Are they all like her?!

Save it! Go for the Infected ghetto, the layout's all screwy there, we still got a chance!

Did we shake her?

Shut up, keep it down!

She didn't see us. We hide here, we're gold.

Son of a bitch, something's wrong with this Mount. How the hell did she even find us?

You save your breath.

Who are... you?

Huh?!

Where'd the brat come from?!

This is Miss Witch's house. What are you doing in here?

Shut her up! The Mount's right outside!

Stupid little punk, I oughta...

I get it! You're bad people!

The immature witch extends her right hand, and a purple thunderbolt leaps from it.

(Shoot, where'd they run?)

Hello... can I ask if you've seen—

Just as the Kuranta officer starts talking to a nearby resident, two men dressed in black fly out from the window of a building not far away, hitting a wall with two heavy thuds.

Hot-hot-hot! Little shit!

Cavolo, stupid Infected, I'm gonna get her...

Great! So this is where you two holed up.

Shit! Cheese it!

Where the hell to?!

The abandoned section! There's a safehouse there!

November 28th, 1097, 8:59 P.M.

Disused border sector of Caladon

The two black-suits huff and gasp as they run through the deserted streets.

And the pint-sized Kuranta officer is hot on their tails.

I think we lost her.

My ass we lost her! You think you can lose a Kuranta officer in the city? Keep running!

How much farther?

Almost there! Right up front.

Made it. In here.

Our contact was here? This safehouse is shot to hell!

Save it. They said they'd ready up any clothes and fake IDs for skipping town, put 'em here. There's a hidden passage through the old logistics channels. We'll find a way to slip out.

Hiding in a building, huh. Not planning to give up?

Don't test my patience, alright? We're on the edge of the city. You can't fall back any further now.

And let me remind you two, hiding in that building to ambush me isn't going to do anything for you, okay?

Keep resisting, and you'll only keep piling on the charges against you.

Put down the crossbows and bombs, and surrender this instant.

What the hell, where is everybody? The lights are dead?!

This room's a goddamned mess! What's all that piled on the ground? I can't even tell.

You just knocked something over! What the hell's that smell?!

It's too dark! I can't see anything!

Why'd they pile up all this crap? They tryin' to pull something?

This stinks to high heaven! Where's our contact?!

I don't like this! This building ain't right!

If you still won't come out, I'll have to break in by force.

About time you witnessed a Mounted Officer's true strength.

The pint-sized officer reverse grips her pike and lowers her body. She lifts it over her head, Originium Arts coalescing at its tip, the pike wholly bathed in a dark red luster in the black of the night.

I haven't used this maneuver in a long, long time. Don't blame me if anyone gets hurt, alright?

Do something! She's gonna break down the door!

Don't panic! Calm down!

Flashlight! You got it or not?

What kind of mook carries a goddamned flashlight around?

The firebombs! You had one left, right?

You gonna burn the place down?

Dumbass! You throw the bomb in there first, we escape before the fire spreads! The house goes up, and that beat cop ain't gonna follow us! Two fowls, one stone!

Makes sense! Let me see...