The Ranger paled and sat back, eyes going distant as he thought hard about what he had just been told. Grief pulled his features into a grimace and he bowed his head for a very long moment. Trembling hands rose from his lap to run his fingers through his hair. He hurt... all over. All he wanted was to go back to sleep. But he'd slept long enough, apparently. He had let his guard down, allowed himself to be ambushed somehow. And because of his shortcoming, the Lord of the Keep had been murdered. That thought triggered something in his memory and he lifted his head. Staring off across the room with a distant look, he tried to catch hold of the memory.<br/><br/>There had been something about... what was it? He knew it was important, but everything was still so fuzzy.<br/><br/>"Y-you said... it was poison, and also torture..." he rubbed a hand over his eyes, thinking hard, "This wont be the last of it."<br/><br/>And then he had it. He knew what would happen next, and he felt all of the blood drain from his face. His stomach turned to stone as horror filled him.<br/><br/>Suddenly, his voice was harsh, strong, and cracked like a whip as he looked up at Crowley, "Gather the Bastions. I want all eight teams up and running within the hour. Comb the city and cut off every available water source. People are to be told not to eat or drink anything until we can determine that they are safe to do so. NOW! GO!!"<br/><br/>Crowley snapped to attention, saluted, then turned and fled out the door, barking orders as he went. He knew the commander well enough to know when things were serious.<br/><br/>"You. Boy. I need you to get me moving. They'll have seen you pull me out. They will move forward immediately. This city is under seige. I need to be able to shoot."<br/><br/>Though it caused him unspeakable agony, he swung his legs out from  under the bedding and tried to scoot to the edge of the overly large bed.