When Jan finally speaks, the big Dutchman's voice is distinctly disturbed. "It is not so much the barracks, Voodoo," he says. "It is the slave quarters."
Gordon's breath hisses, and he activates his own radio. "Stalkers?" he says tersely.
"And nothing but. We are going to have to look for the guard quarters elsewhere."
"Put them down. All of them. It's a mercy kill," says Gordon. "I'll finish it myself if I have to."
"Yes sir."
Gordon looks as if he would like to rub at his face with both hands, but refrains from doing so. "At least that'll slow things down," he murmurs. "I doubt the soldiers can run this place by themselves."
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Date: 2011-07-03 10:42 pm (UTC)Gordon's breath hisses, and he activates his own radio. "Stalkers?" he says tersely.
"And nothing but. We are going to have to look for the guard quarters elsewhere."
"Put them down. All of them. It's a mercy kill," says Gordon. "I'll finish it myself if I have to."
"Yes sir."
Gordon looks as if he would like to rub at his face with both hands, but refrains from doing so. "At least that'll slow things down," he murmurs. "I doubt the soldiers can run this place by themselves."