Redcoat

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The accommodations were swell enough, at least as swell as a barracks slapped on the side of BAF's main headquarters could hope to offer to a foreign dignitary. It sure beat the ad-hoc setting of a freighter deep in the bays of a certain Zoner Freeport, and definitely beat whatever firing squad Selim was sure would have been waiting for him back home. If this was really how he was going to fall from grace, at least he was falling into a soft pillow and not the concrete. He couldn't deny he was being treated quite fairly, that much the Bretonians had on him now.

But there wasn't time to reflect on the past couple days, as Carina's finest hauled him off to Captain Hall's office on time and in accordance with the infamous, sprawling clockwork of Bretonian bureaucracy. He sat down upon whatever seating was provided. For several seconds, he studied the labeling on the Gallic wine, but paying attention to the Captain once she elected to speak. His reply was similarly prompt.

" I could ask you that, Hall. He was with me earlier, but I haven't seen him since I got up this morning."

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