IC: Amiens HQ
The General seemed to be taken aback at the sudden feistiness confronting him, and from women at that! He looked at them all with an expression of dumbfounded disbelief, and then started to turn a worrying shade of scarlet. "The devil I don't! Under the Defence of the Realm act of Nineteen-Fourteen, I could have the whole darned lot of you clapped in irons for the duration of this godforsaken war - which won't last much longer, not after we..."
He broke off, but those with a little time travel advantage could surmise that he was going to say something about the massed attack that was planned for the area, a mere handful of hours away. If the general thought that attacking the Somme Valley was going to end the war, he was in for a truly horrifying disappointment...
He turned and bellowed at Mackay. "Sergeant! Is what this... this..." He waved a hand at Leela, struggling to find a suitable word for such a woman, dressed in skins and a jacket that was far too short to hide her legs, muscular and attractive as they were. "Strumpet telling the truth? Were they prisoners of the Germans?"
Mackay, who had been doing the very clever trick taught in secret to NCOs of managing to stand to one side and become effectively invisible, muttered a rather rude gaelic word uner his breath, then came to attention and spoke in the crisp and concise manner also taught to Sergeants in armies throughout all the universe. "Sah! Civilians were captives of the Hun, sah! Seemed to me that they were about to be shot, sah! Rescue seemed to be the right thing to do! Hard to believe they were spies under the circumstances, sah!"
"I asked for facts, not opinions, sergeant!" The General glared at them all, then blinked a few times, as if trying to get his eyes under control. One of them twitched several times, and he drew himself up. "Lieutenant, you may escort our lady... guests to the dowager suite, where they will be provided with food and bedding, such as can be spared. They are not under arrest at this time, but their movements are to be strictly limited to that suite of rooms until an escort can be provided to return them to England. As for this person..." He eyeballed Harry with some suspicion. "Sergeant Mackay has cast some doubt upon his guilt, but he has still failed to explain why he is in the war zone, and not in uniform like any true patriot! He will remain here and explain himself, and if I do not like the story he has to tell, he will be sent back home to be slammed up for the duration like the damnable conscie I suspect him to be! See to it at once!"
The slimy Lieutenant saluted - a fawning sort of gesture - and motioned to the woman. "All right, outside. Your chambers await, ladies. Consider yourselves lucky it isn't a cellar!"
Well, perhaps the objections raised by Victoria and Leela had managed to break through whatever it was that was influencing the soldiers around these parts. True, Harry still faced the prospect of being locked up as a conscientious objector - although the logic of that, given he was on the front lines, was questionable, but nobody ever said the First World War staff corps were endowed with great analytical minds - but it was a great deal better than being shot at dawn.
The Lieutenant led the way out, and accompanied by several soldiers, the women were escorted to the rooms that would be their home for the next few days. Harry, however, was left behind to explain himself.
OOC: Ladies, please move to IC: Dowager Suite. Harry, you're stuck here until you satisfy the general as to your presence in France!