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The three Poles lead the small party down the road to the Fiorianska Gate. The officer flashes a document and waves everyone past the guards who barely give you another look.


A few hundred metres later and you arrive at what only a few years before had been a museum but now has been taken over by the military. A sandbag and rubble bunker complex fills almost all of the street sprouting the occasional rifle from firing positions, and the tip of a heavy mortar tube. Telephone wires lead from an area near the museum door in almost all directions - this almost has to be a comand post of some type, probably for one of the battalions of the ORMO.
Several softskin vehicles, both military and civilian in origin are parked close by, ready to carry dispatches, or run errands.


Once again the document is shown to the armed guard at the door and you're ushered inside. Any weapons you were carrying are collected, but reassurances are made that they will be returned on your way out.

Inside, valuable artworks still adorn the walls but no civilians are evidently allowed to enjoy them. Uniformed soliders, many dripping with medals and weighed down with insignia denoting high rank (at least one Pulkownik, or Colonel is spotted) scurry about from place to place, most carrying manila folders stuffed with documents.

The Podporucznik takes you up a flight of stairs and back towards the front of the building. He halts at a desk staffed by a rather attractive young uniformed women and speaks in what must be Polish. She replies, indicating you're all to take a seat on the luxurious, and probably antique chairs positioned against the wall....

The phone on the 17th century desk rings. Picking it up, the woman listens for moment without speaking before replacing it and motioning you into the next room.
The ornate door opens into what used to be a small gallery. The paintings remain but the room has been converted into an office for an obviously high ranking man. Solidly built, he has an air of a professional about him. A career soldier and one who's surely seen combat both in the command post and front lines.
"Come in, take a seat," he invites in heavily accented english, and indicating a row of folding military chairs arrayed before a particularly large antique desk strewn with reports, maps and assorted paperwork. A dozen or more antique chairs are pushed up against the walls, evidently too fine for just anyone to sit on...
"I understand you represent a small band of soliders?" he says, his eyes moving from one officer to the other, obviously unsure if it's Elena or Mary who holds the rank.

Tanya takes in the sites of the buildings and area they've entered which is now under control of the militia or Polish army remnants.  "This must've been a beautiful part of the city at one time.  I know there's got to be a lot of old history in these buildings and streets.  This war tore it all to shit," she says as they enter the museum and turns over her weapons.

Tanya sits patiently on one of the folding military chairs, looks at the paintings, and listens in to what is being asked and said by the Polish "high-ranking" official who looks to be offering them a job.

“I wouldn’t call it just like that myself, but yes, we are a group of soldiers.”

Mary sais while stepping forward to clear the leadership situation to the man in front of them.

“I’m Lieutenant Commander Finnegan, ranking officer. Tell me why are we here?”

Though not entirely comfortable with giving up his weapons, Christian certainly understands why their hosts would insist on such an action.  He accompanies the officers into the gallery/office and takes a seat when so offered, keeping silent unless addressed.
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