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Forn Clakes:
Sergeant Lucas shot forward and grabbed Caron by the lapels of his uniform, continuing to walk forward until the Scout was pinned against something solid. His toes were barely touching the floor and the Sergeant's face was a crimson mask of pent-up fury as he spat in the Scout's face.
"DON'T FUCK US AROUND YOU L'IL SHIT! WE WILL DRAG YOUR ARSE TO THE GAOL AND HAPPILY LEAVE YOU FOR THOSE BLACK CLAD, SOULLESS SONS OF BITCHES! NOW, TELL THE CAPTAIN WHAT SHE WANTS TO KNOW OR BY THE WANDERERS HAIRY BOLLOCKS I WILL CURSE YOU SO BADLY FUTURE GENERATIONS OF THE CARON LINE WILL BE UNRECOGNISABLE!"
At first, nothing happened. Then, a wet patch developed rapidly in Caron's pants and trickled over his boots. Fear, utter and uncompromising, gripped his heart and his wide eyes looked to Leona for help.
"P-p-please..." he stammered, completely beaten.
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