"You're on the General's ground," Captain Harlow warned, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the five people in front of him. "And if I am not mistaken, you've already made noise in other parts of it." He paused for a moment. "Like our bridges."
"Bridges?" Lachlan asked, cheerful. "Right! Remember that. You know, its amazing just how expensive the road taxes are these days. I mean, we used to joke that they cost you an arm and a leg, but you guys go above and beyond."
"Apparently, Captain Rafael is much more intelligent than you. He seemed to have used some common sense," Zubair added, even. "You might want to try it."
Harlow didn't show that he knew the name. "Rafael files his tithes."
"Good for him," the woman returned. "I liked him. Good man."
Captain Harlow knew that at that moment, he had a choice to make.
Shoot now and make an example.
Or send a message, let the General pick the size of the hammer.
He weighed both options in his head.
