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Given I'm here, all of you can come out now.

Lieutenant.

How are my people?

Your subordinates are here. Rest assured, they're only unconscious.

I don't mean Cello's group.

You know who I mean.

Don't push me, or it won't be my shield against your chin.

*Cough*, *cough* *cough*... If you're going to draw your sword, you'll be attacking a colleague...

Heh. Colleague?

At what point, since the moment we entered County Hillock, have you ever treated us as colleagues?!

Answer me!!!

Hff—

Even supposing... you... cut my throat here... you can't alter... the Colonel's decision...

Is that so?

You've never heard the degree of what the Tempest Platoon's soldiers can do, have you?

How many did Triangle cost you? Half your own company?

It's just me alone here. But I guarantee you, you won't want to know how long it takes me to put you all to rights.

L—Lay down your weapons!

Or else, w... we'll kill her on the spot!

...Cello.

I mean it! Make one move, and my crossbow's shooting straight through her neck!

Alright.

You win.

Subdue her! Quickly, together now, we can't let her touch her sword and shield again!

Hill... you tell Hamilton...

Victoria is ashamed of him.

The Colonel has no need whatsoever for Victoria's gratitude.

Got the data all nice and pretty?

Yes, Lass, it's all in here.

Wonderful.

I see Oliver's all done with the comms too.

Collaborating businesses have received notice. As per the agreement clauses, they can either seek an office in another city nearby, or terminate the contract.

*Sigh*. Looking at it, these aren't losses for us to sneeze at.

Rhodes Island isn't the only company taking a hit in the chaos of war.

True, no way around that. I just look at the chairs and tables in here and there's a twinge in my heart. This place of ours was still empty, back when I first came to County Hillock.

A little early for separation anxiety, Oliver. How do you know we won't be right back, huh?

You're right. *Sigh*. I hope this city can return to the old peaceful everydays soon enough.

Storehouse medications, inventory finished.

I need you to ration out these meds. Each one of you needs to bring enough emergency medication, make sure everyone makes it smoothly to the closest branch office.

There's still a lot left over, sharing like that.

There'll be some pressure if we take it all. We don't have that many hands, after all.

Shredder's quiet as ever, but I can tell, you have your own ideas.

The people in the city... They need medicines.

Turns out I think so too. If this war scales up, everything's gonna be in short supply, especially Oripathy painkillers and suppressants that need to be taken long-term.

You must have a list of hospitals in the area?

Already sorted.

Think of a way to get it to them. No matter who these organizations serve, get as much as you can to all of them.

And don't forget the little alley clinics. Plenty of them out there without signs, but a lot of our friends around here rely on them.

Lass, is this really proper? We never bypass local healthcare, directly providing medical organizations and individuals with pharmaceuticals.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And it's not like a hospital's gonna refuse an 'anonymous donation' from concerned citizens, right?

True! So you got it all figured out, eh. But then, who'll take charge of sending it? The people around all know we're Rhodes Islanders.

I will... I can help Shredder parcel the medicine, and then I'll deliver it.

Jane, you all better?

My wounds aren't bleeding anymore.

You know I'm not asking about the wounds.

I didn't want to be tucked alone in a corner crying while you were all bustling about.

I'm glad you can help, but we've got a lot of meds here.

Please, trust a Vouivre's stamina.

I just don't want Rhodes Island work getting in the way of your own plans.

It's alright. From here to the zone of battle, there just so happens to be plenty of hospitals and clinics along the way.

Once I'm done delivering, I'll rejoin you.

Just a little left. We'll be done with wrapping in no time.

Then it's about time we got on our way.

As Outcast speaks, she draws a revolver from the holster at her side.

Whoa. That's your gun?

That it is.

For a Sankta, pre-op prep's only complete once your gun's loaded.

It doesn't look like your chamber's full.

Under normal circumstances, five rounds is enough to do the trick.

When I was back at the landship and ate with Barty's group, I heard a lot of stories from the field about you.

You once took down three Columbian bandits with a single bullet, and used three to scatter a whole mercenary team.

If I had to guess, there wouldn't be an enemy out there worth six straight shots?

Can't say for sure. After all, there's always a bigger beast.

But I made a promise to someone that I'd never fire a sixth round lightly—because we made a bet.

I can't help but be curious. What kind of bet would make someone like you change up how you work?

That's a long story.

The short version is that friend of mine tried every way under the sun to show me an easy retirement.

And I always had a feeling that even if I retired for real, someone like me just couldn't live peaceful.

Like right now?

I never imagined County Hillock could turn so restless. It was just a day or two ago, we were all huddled together playing cards and drinking tea...

A lot of times, a situation's like the color of the sky, shifting on and on.

If it's up to me, I'd sure like this retreat operation to go nice and quiet-like. Best case scenario, I don't even need to fire one round.

...Lass, it's all ready.

Friends, it's time to say goodbye.

Janie...

You don't need to be so sad, Uncle Oliver. I trust in what Outcast says—we can surely see each other again!

Jane, be careful.

I will, Shredder. All of you too, be sure to take care of yourselves.

Oh... did I hear thunder?

...It'll be raining soon enough.

No. Something's not right about that sound. Jane, stay inside for now!

Mr. Chef, Mr. Chef, are you here?!

Agh! Yes, I'm here, I'm here! Stop it with the banging! There's too much lampblack on our office door. Can't stand up to knocks.

Okay, good, you're still here... here's the thing, I need a Messenger, we've got important information that needs sendin' out!

Yeah, I understand. Fancy that, I've got something to give to you too.

Eh? What's this? A piece of... paper?

It's a list of stationed officers—the one named Louis Kelly, he just handed it to me.

Captain Kelly? How'd he get in touch with you?

Relax, he's got no clue who I am. It was only 'cause I was the last person he ran into.

I was going to go poking around for the latest. Still remember my actual job, after all... Didn't imagine I'd run into the troops arresting him!