"Eight, it would seem, but not nine," Mulligan faces his employer, his impatience clear, "Mister Bergher," he says, enunciating these two words clearly, "as it would seem, we are raring to go fighting off a horde of dangerous, heavily armed people. It is no matter; this lot seems to be quite ready for such things. You, as callous as it is to say this, have a somewhat more important task to perform. I need you to go back to Breve. At very least, inform them that if and when everyone on the... diversion team dies painfully, they might end up with a retaliatory raid on their hands. You know, properly prepare their defenses or whatever it is militias do. Now, I only have one question for you. Do you want Cerlor to escort you, or can you handle it on your own?"
"Now, the lot of you," he ever-so-politely requests of his allies, "by the looks of it have a hell of a lot of killing to do and not a lot of time to do it in. Shall we get moving?"
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