Lieutenant Lucas Gerald stretched his arms, almost spilling his coffee in hand. He quickly relised this and gulped it down. It was a great thing he was on Gap currently, and by the Cafe even more so. He spun around on his heel and walked down the hallway towards the cafe.
A waitress was walking towards down a parallel hallway, and spotted Gerald. She quickly raced to meet him. Upon seeing this, he waited for a second for her to catch up.
"Gerald! its go glad to see you after so long. Where has our most loyal costumer been?"
Gerald sighed "I have been stuck on duty on Dijon for a few weeks, have to say it must of been the Directeur's doing. How's the Cafe d'Observateur d'Etoile?"
At this point they have rounded a corner and passed a few officers who gave quick salutes. The waitress paused the conversation as Gerald returned them, then they continued walking.
"Well sir.. Its been a bit of a mess. A few fights have broken out and people don't want to go there anymore without someone watching it. Will-"
"Oh course my dear," He interrupted, " I will stick around the Cafe to watch the place. But first, a believe I will need a drink." To emphasizes this, he turned his cup over to show it was empty.
"Its a bit of a mess like I said, we could use some help."
A person suddenly ran by them, looking like something was going on. Gerald didn't care.
"You, Brigadier Bernard. You are to help me with the Cafe. Now."
If you don't mind me getting a few Sous-Brigadiers to help both of us with cleaning up there, as you know, two might take a month or longer of working there 24/7 to clean it up.
All covered with dust, and spiderwebs, and debris inside there.
Saying that, she opens the door of the cafe a bit, to show LIeutenant Gerald a picture of a place that once was a cafe, and now seems to be a lumber-room.
Saying it would be a mess would be an understatement, oui?
In a brilliant tactical movement, i charged backwards.
He thought about this for a second, not sure if he liked this plan. He swung his cup around his index finger by the handle as a habit while thinking, and looked around.
"Better idea. Go ahead and get started cleaning that mess up. I'll call up some Sous to help us. I do believe I need a need my cup filled from our lovely lady here though." He smiled and opened the door for Aenor Bernard.
Aenor sighs and walks into the cafe again.
There, she starts to look around what once used to be the counter, looking for something.
As soon as she found it, she starts to smile.
Why wait for them if i can also call them to here?
She activates the station intercomms.
Attention all Sous-Brigadiers, Gardiens, et Gardien Stagiaires!
The first ten of you to reach level 10, sector D, rooom 5366 will recieve a promotion.
Now best get comming to here!
Then, she heads to the door, smiling and waiting for the first ten people to appear to recieve their pormotion to agent d'entretien.
In a brilliant tactical movement, i charged backwards.
He watches as Aenor slip into the Cafe, and hears a quick announcement. Frowning, he begins to open the door as a man dashes in squawking something about needing coffee, then goes one of the many dirty tables and falls asleep. Aenor then slips back out and seems to be waiting for the officers she called.
Gerald said a quiet word to the waitress, then she dashed inside. He grabbed the Brigadier and dragged her into the Cafe.
"You get that other Brigadier that dashed in here and start fixing this place up. That's an order. Ask the waitress if you don't know what to do, and never use the intercom unless its important." he said with a stern tone, then let his grip go of her to walk over to the Cafe's bar.
His cup that he handed to the waitress was filled and steaming. He took it then walked out of the Cafe doors to see if anyone that heard that call would be coming.
Fine, he'll see what he gets from that.
Now, it's a tad dark in here, darker than the normal lights were. Guess they deactivated the main switch somewhen.
She walks into the kitchen to turn the main switch on, which would activate all lights and every power outlet, except for the one of the coffee machine which appears to not be influenced by it.
So, where did they hide it?
Aenor turns on her pocket light and starts to search under the hearth, on the web-decorated walls, and finally in a lumber-room.
There, she finds it and turns it on.
In the second the main switch of the Cafe is turned on, the lights of the station seem to flicker for a second, before turning to normal again.
However, sector D of level 10 suffers a complete power-outtage, rendering everything but the emergency lights useless.
Inside of the lumber-room, Aenor Bernard is lying on the ground, unconsciousness
In a brilliant tactical movement, i charged backwards.
Perrot shook his head, looking into the shattered plate-glass window of the Cafe. He'd been back for 2 days - 2 days! - and he'd already seen the Cafe ruined, in some way.
He placed a hand at his side, keeping it close to the hilt attached to his uniform, as he began to walk in. Wood was splintered everywhere, most from the torn-away bindings of the window. As he got farther in, he noticed the waitstaff - as well as a few disgruntled customers - scattered behind the service bars, looking around confusedly.
Through the dim lighting afforded by the Cafe's lights, he made out the silhouette of a figure, holding what appeared to be a very, very beaten-up bar stool, in one hand, and a smoking sidearm in the other. A few feet away, a body laid limp.
Drawing his saber, he called out.
"You, mon ami, have five seconds to explain who you are, why you're here, and why the hell you just wrecked the damn Cafe for the hundredth time."
Amelie approached the Cafe, tired-eyed and thirsty for coffee. When she came upon the entrance, the lights were unusually low. What in the world is going on here...
She reached the entrance. A cloaked figure, a corpse, and Perrot were at the scene.
Amelie flicked the lightswitch. "The lights stay on, the cloaks stay off, and your prisoners stay in their cells, officer. What do you think you're doing?"
She impatiently waited for an answer.
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