The capture of BPA finest, Superintendant Hone. Now in Chains! Again...

[Marcus]

Charles lounged back in his office, eyes closed, attempting to make as past few days hadn't happened. Issuing repair orders, paperwork and answering messages, there was always someone wanting something from him. He sighed and reached out for the next piece of paper. Prisoner report, damn, he'd managed to forget about his ship for a few precious moments there, and the man responsible is probably just sitting back with room service without a piece of paper in sight. Charles drummed his fingers on the desk. Well, if he was miserable then he might as well make sure that bastard shares in it. He tapped at the comms to the Revolution's brig

"Warden, make sure our captive tis properly shackled. And...tis not right te 'ave him pacing te floor with noth'n te do, hang 'im up by his feet te the ceilling aye? But we ain't barbarians 'ere te leave him with no idea of whether tis night or day so put a clock in 'is room, one with a tick, a loud tick.....but 'ave te timer facing te wall, can't give a prisoner ever'hing."

He flicked the comms off and leaned back again, it wasn't much, but it was a start.

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