Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

[Benjamin]

John Richards is sat around, knee deep in his nightly drunk in the Officer's mess as Goodman's report is being passed around.

"Mm yes, Goodman got in a fight today, yes. I watched some of it. It really did go on a very long time though. I came around half-way through, and I had to leave after twenty minutes or so because a Planetform employee needed an escort through Edinburgh and back. That went down fine by the way. He was a nice chap and it's good to see Planetform staying strong even through the warzones. I came back after half an hour and they were still going at it. Goodman always had him of course, and it was just a matter of time, but still, Goodman's strong display of solo valour was, I felt, highly commendable. Yes, quite. Beyond that, I didn't see much else. Some Molly was out and about, but he didn't cause any trouble because of the Kusari and whatnot. Yes, good day, good Goodman."

He finishes talking when he realises he's blathering somewhat, hands the report on to the next officer and tops up his glass of claret.

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