Re: Chapter #6a: A Gathering Storm (Kellan, Cato)
Caul shrugged at Kellan’s question. “Well, I’M alone. Can’t say the same for Lieutenant Barett. Dav Hosk came storming in here around a half-hour back, blew into Barett’s office, and I haven’t seen him since. Barett was out asking after your whereabouts a few minutes ago, but otherwise they’ve been closeted in that office discussing whatever Hosk was so heated up about. Still there, if you’ve a mind to join them.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder down the hallway towards the Lieutenant’s office.
“The Glassworks? Attacked?!?” Guardsman Thatcher’s eyebrows shot right up to his hairline. “Holy Desna.” He swore lightly. “Guess I should have expected you were up to something; Londo G’Kar was in here earlier asking if you’d really been deputized and complaining about your treatment of him down that way.” Caul grinned. “Don’t worry, I sent him packing. Politely. But Holy Desna! Goblins! In the Glassworks!” Again with the swearing. “That’s bad news, and no mistake." He paused thoughtfully. "Wouldn’t surprise me to hear that old Lonjiku’s got his hand in it somehow, you know what I’m saying? Never liked the man.”
Caul nodded seriously as Cato added his warnings about the tunnel. “A tunnel? Right into the Glassworks?” He grimaced. "Those devious bastards! After the Swallowtail Festival, I think we’re all ready to take goblin tales a little more seriously. Never thought those runts could put something like that together, truth to tell. Now, who knows?”
He started rooting around in his desk, finally finding the piece of parchment he’d apparently been looking for. “How urgent do you think this is? I don’t know that I could round up the day patrol before they come in off their shift. Sergeant Tiller’s got command of the swing patrol; he’s scheduled to be here in a bit. I’ll task him and his men with getting the Glassworks taken care of; if you’re heading back there,” he jerked his head towards Alergast’s office, “you might want to ask Lieutenant Barett if we can hold the day patrol on for extra duty; cleaning up a mess like that is going to take some doing.”
The guardsman grunted at Cato's concern about mob violence and Kellan's amused response. “Yeah, scholar, what kind of folks do you think we are? We’re not savages.” He looked at the unconscious Thok, then back at Kellan. “Shouldn’t be a problem keeping that goblin secure, though. We still have those cages we used while we were trying to train those dogs, remember? They’re sturdy enough and have solid locks. I think this one,” he indicated the goblin, “should be comfortable enough in one of those. I’ll put him in the extra storage room. He should be safe and out of the way there until wiser heads decide what to do with him, right?”
Caul stood up from his chair, walked around from behind the desk, and took Thok off Kellan’s hands, grunting with the effort. “Heavy little bastard, isn’t he?” He threw the goblin over his shoulder. “All right then. Why don’t I take care of securing this one, and you head down there to share the bad news with Alergast and see about whatever else he wanted?”
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