Lefevre opened the door to his office and motioned for the officers to stand in front of the desk. Lefevre closed the door and leaned against it, head down and pinching the bridge of his nose while he collected his thoughts, sighing once and then looking at each man. Chevalier and perrot looked downright pathetic, still sopping from Durand's bath.
"I don't even know where to start. The three of you were supposed to be the people that we put back in to fill out the command structure again. All three of you. As soon as we get you all in the same place, though, you act like school children." He sighed again, walking over to a small table, pouring himself a glass of water.
"You three are officers of the Royal Police. You hold positions of respect and duty. I would think that still having your jobs, after what the force went through, would be enough to shape you up." He took a sip from the glass. "I don't care which of you started what, all that matters is that I'm finishing it. Each of you, this is your warning. If I have to have any of you in here for disciplinary action again, you better start packing. Is that understood?"
The Commissaire waited for a response from each. "Perrot, you stay here. I still need to have a word with you. Durand, Chevalier, I want you back in your quarters until your next patrol."
