Saithe nods, fondling her sword a little more forcefully.  "Go ahead and get going.  I think you're out of useful things to talk about with me, and I've got a dissident tied up in the brig.  Have fun!  I will."  The Major purred, a frightening vibe flowing off of her.  As the party's commanding officer left the room, 18 MPs entered the room dressed as Emerald Claw soldiers, looking quite realistic.  Their leader, a grizzled looking veteran with long grey hair, introduced himself to Sam.  "Sergeant Kol Kannor reporting for duty, Sir.  Saithe assigned me to your command on the way out, Mr. Caulfield.  We're here to make your efforts look more authentic if you want to fake an attack."  The sergeant announced, his tone fairly light.<br/><br/>A moment later, his features hardened.  "But I warn you; my men are not trained to fight Riedran elites.  We're investigators and reservists, not frontline troops. I'm going to hold you personally responsible for each man who dies under your command."  The sergeant concluded, looking over to the soldier of his that was licking the blade of his sword.  "Actually, I don't care if Buckminster over there dies.  But most of the other guys I actually care about."  The sergeant's comment drew a few moans and a friendly "Hey!" from Buckminster.