<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom looked at the professor when he said, that he could carry the latina. Now was not the time for heroic gestures of gentlemanism. It was typical of civilians. No idea what they were up to, but overestimating their own capabilities all time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Professor, I would say you have already enough to carry with your fieldpack. Clothes, water, proviant, cooker, medicine... 60-80 lbs I guess. You want to add Mrs. Lopez-Delgado to it? And that for 12-14 hours over rough terrain... I doubt it! And by the way, don't let yourself be fooled by the looks of her. I can tell that she is everything else than friendly and nice. This wildcat has claws and they come out quickly...“</span> <br/><br/>Tom had no illusions about the Professor. Like all men he was attracted by beauty. Like a hummingbird by the flower. But the latina was more than a pretty face. And if the Professor desired to go after her. Well, good luck. A grin appeared on Tom's face, when he tried to imagine how she would rip him apart. It would be fun to watch...<br/><br/>But Tom had more urgent problems and so had the Professor.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"If you want to break your head over something more troubling, than how Mrs. Lopez-Delgado will be impressed by your masculinity, try to find a solution how we may keep 2 million frustrated workers from tearing down every factory and how we can get them to work on without turning on us, once we have taken the outer rings. Because that will be our main problem. I doubt we manage to take the inner rings, as the nobles will quickly gear up. They will try to hold on until help from the other towns arrives. Not that I am too worried about the help. At least not if we manage to keep the town running. But if everything goes up in flames, then it will be hard.“</span> <br/><br/>The hunter had listened to them and was now speaking up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"There are some good people under the workers. If we bring them in, they may be able to help us with it.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom nodded and put his hand on the shoulder of the hunter.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I counted on that, Gleywine. But let me tell you, people stand united against a shared enemy. Once the enemy is gone they believe they can pursue their own goals. It is never difficult to overthrow a government. The real difficulty is to keep the state alive afterwards.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom could see that his words had reached the hunter. The enthusiasm he had, that their time of suffering may be over, was now a little more dulled. It was quite obvious that he was going through a list of people trying to imagine who may stay in line and who not. And the small signs in his face showed Tom that the list was getting quickly shorter.</div>