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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bobitron" data-source="post: 2851837" data-attributes="member: 25479">Marcel apologizes to Ferrand with a smile and a casual salute before stepping back to let the discussion run its course. Sgt. Müller's comment draws a grin that exposes his straight white teeth, even brighter than normal amidst his dusty face.Once his role is decided, he turns to follow the young boy when Müller stops him. Nodding slowly and listening carefully to his advice, Marcel slings his carbine across his back, securing it tightly, and tucks the automatic pistol into his web belt, sliding it under his jump smock and pulling the cloth back into position to disguise its bulk. Thanking Müller, he leaves his unit.[sblock]The lad's pace raises Marcel's heart rate as he scrambles down the stony path. He ruffles the kid's scruffy hair as he passes by, rushing off after pointing out the door. What's he scared of? Marcel reflects on his own fear of the hospital as a young child. Poor kids. They suffer, regardless of the side they are on. He can't help but see the vision of the dead children in the basement of the farm. Shaking his head, he snaps back to reality. "Sister Courcy?" he calls out. "I am Marcel Fortier from the Legion. Lt. Ferrand asked me to help. I have experience with vaccination and medical examination." He steps just outside the curtain, off to the side in case someone exits unexpectedly.[/sblock]</blockquote>