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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2710965" data-attributes="member: 26473">Normand and Pyotr...[sblock]The sneering man’s expression changes to one of confusion, then of fear, and he takes an involuntary step backwards at Normand’s glare. There’s a vague sense of the crowd around the grenadier leaning back on its heels, unwilling to force a confrontation with the bloody legionnaire. The tension hovers for what feels like minutes but is really only a score of seconds when a deep voice carries over the crowd, “That’s enough.”M. Girard steps into the pool of light, followed by Sgt. Katsourianis – Pyotr, Nedjar, and Ortu are close behind. “Until we know more about what happened, it’s best if you stay in your homes,” Girard says, addressing the mob. Turning to one of the home guardsmen standing nearby, he continues, “Assemble the men at the monument aux morts – we’re going to assign patrols. Claude,” he says, catching one of the guardsmen by the sleeve, “take Maurice and Tomas and carry this one - ” he motions toward the Arab boy “ - home to his people. Keep alert. We’ll be close behind you.”Girard looks at Normand for a moment, then turns to Kat. “It might be best if you keep your men off the street for the time being,” he rumbles, then turns to follow the rest of the guardsmen toward the plaza as the crowd slowly disperses.“Back to the truck,” Kat says firmly, and the five legionnaires walk to the doors of the clinic. Murmurs flutter among the pieds-noir as they pass.Ortu can scarcely contain himself. “You really thought you were going to fight the townies over that Arab?”[/sblock]</blockquote>

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