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<blockquote data-quote="Qik" data-source="post: 5845157" data-attributes="member: 6673727">Commander Handso nods distractedly at Fury's words, but the full implications of the present circumstance already seem to be dominating his attention; the Commander spends the next few moments seemingly lost in thought.The spell is broken at the appearance of a young man, presumably Antonio.&nbsp; Antonio throws a smart salute, the formality of which is likely brought on by the unusual urgency in Handso's voice.&nbsp; &quot;Sir?&quot;Handso nods. &quot;Antonio, how many men do we have at the guard station at present?&quot;&quot;Six, sir, excluding myself and yourself.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Excellent.&nbsp; Antonio, I want those men ready to march in less than two minutes.&nbsp; Two minutes - do you understand me?&quot;&quot;Yes sir.&quot;&quot;Excellent.&nbsp; You are dismissed.&quot;&nbsp; Antonio rushes off.Jowls quivering excitedly, Commander Handso hurriedly prepares himself to depart, having almost forgotten Fury's presence completely.&nbsp; It seems as though the Commander has waited for this day, for this opportunity, for some time indeed.*&nbsp; *&nbsp; *In a little over two minutes' time, Fury finds himself outside the guard station, trying not-altogether successfully to not seem completely out of place amongst the rank-and-file White Cloaks.&nbsp; Commander Handso's unit is an awkward bunch, to be sure - Ranocchio not being the best of assignments - but still, Fury thinks, these are six more-or-less able-bodied fighting men that Galen Parsons doesn't have on his side.&nbsp; With Lieutenant Antonio Whats-his-name left behind to man the guard station, the Commander prepares to head out.&nbsp; This makes for an awkward realization, at least from the Commander's perspective.&nbsp; &quot;Ahh...which way are we going, now?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Qik, post: 5845157, member: 6673727"] Commander Handso nods distractedly at Fury's words, but the full implications of the present circumstance already seem to be dominating his attention; the Commander spends the next few moments seemingly lost in thought. The spell is broken at the appearance of a young man, presumably Antonio. Antonio throws a smart salute, the formality of which is likely brought on by the unusual urgency in Handso's voice. [COLOR=Magenta]"Sir?"[/COLOR] Handso nods. [COLOR=MediumTurquoise] "Antonio, how many men do we have at the guard station at present?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Magenta]"Six, sir, excluding myself and yourself." [/COLOR] [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"Excellent. Antonio, I want those men ready to march in less than two minutes. [I]Two minutes[/I] - do you understand me?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Magenta]"Yes sir."[/COLOR] [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"Excellent. You are dismissed."[/COLOR] Antonio rushes off. Jowls quivering excitedly, Commander Handso hurriedly prepares himself to depart, having almost forgotten Fury's presence completely. It seems as though the Commander has waited for this day, for this opportunity, for some time indeed. * * * In a little over two minutes' time, Fury finds himself outside the guard station, trying not-altogether successfully to not seem completely out of place amongst the rank-and-file White Cloaks. Commander Handso's unit is an awkward bunch, to be sure - Ranocchio not being the best of assignments - but still, Fury thinks, these are six more-or-less able-bodied fighting men that Galen Parsons doesn't have on his side. With Lieutenant Antonio Whats-his-name left behind to man the guard station, the Commander prepares to head out. This makes for an awkward realization, at least from the Commander's perspective. [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"Ahh...which way are we going, now?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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