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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2619394" data-attributes="member: 26473">“I'm sure the légionnaires in charge will know what to do, sir,” Normand replies to the gendarme. “But this is more than a crime scene, and the important part is to make sure it's secure.”    Normand catches a slight crinkling of the wrinkles at the corners of Sanchez’s eyes as a ghost of a smile crosses the veteran’s round face. “You. Up in back,” the Spaniard says, motioning to Asmussen, who nods and climbs into the bed. “I want to pull behind that barn,” he continues to Normand, “until we get the word from Kat.” Climbing into the cab, Normand hears Sánchez mutter, “Putain flics,” as he starts the engine and puts the truck in gear.- / -Vidal glances at the prisoner and nods. “Batards,” he says with feeling. Before he can continue, the radio squawks, “Tango 31 in person, Tango 3 in person?” The voice sounds like that of Lt. Ramadier. “He wants Sgt. Müller directly,” Vidal says quickly. He keys the mic again. “Tango 3, stand by.” Releasing the button, he asks, “Where is he, Marcel?”- / -Pyotr creeps along, placing his boots carefully on the dirt-and-straw floor of the barn, Nedjar a few steps behind. Passing the first stall on the left, he can hear the injured horse in the corral outside, breathing heavily – on the other side of the stable, the first two stalls on the right appear empty.He feels a tap on his hip – Nedjar points to Pyotr and motions him to the far side of the door to the stall, then points to himself and the door and makes an opening motion. FYI: I made a Move Silently check for Pyotr.</blockquote>

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