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located in Wifield, a part of The Gentlemen Robbers, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: James Viteri Character Portrait: Charles VanFleet
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Charles stood in the middle of the parade grounds, watching as his units stumbled out in the field to stand in formation. Lieutenant Thompson was egging them on half-heartedly. The man was competent in that he followed orders, but he lacked drive. Charles would need to replace him if he was ever going to bring proper discipline into his unit. However no suitable replacement had yet presented themselves. As the last of the men hurried into position Charles scanned their faces, wondering if the new recruit was among them yet. If so he is about to get a serious taste of my command. Charles smiled inwardly.

Charles motioned to Thompson and uttered one word: "Smith." Thompson stepped forward bawling out, "Private Smith, front and center on the double." The man in question stepped out of line and marched smartly, but slowly, to the head of the column. He stopped in front of Charles and faced forward snapping a salute and staring off into the distance. Charles lamented not for the first time that Private Smith was a good foot taller than he. He will come under my heel all the same, one way or the other.

"Private Smith," Charles' tone was low but his voice carried across the grounds, "I have just read a most disturbing report that you have shot and killed someone while on patrol." Smith remained silent with an unreadable expression. "Seems you have a strong penchant for disobeying my orders. Perhaps you feel you would be better suited to command?"

Suddenly another man stepped from the ranks, Charles recognized him as one of Smith's lackeys. "You're damn right he would," the man shouted angrily. Charles nodded his head and the advancing man was grabbed by Thompson and another. Charles stepped forward and put all he had into a vicious underhand blow to the abdomen. The man exhaled all the air in his lungs and dropped to his knees. Charles surveyed the rest of his unit, "Any other outbursts?" Without even deeming to look at him, Charles shoved the gasping man into the mud with his boot. "Good." He turned back to Smith, "Explain yourself, quickly."

Smith quailed under Charles' gaze stammering, "H...he was a highwayman. With the new law... I thought... I thought." Charles dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Don't think, it doesn't suit you. That law has not passed yet, and my word is the only law your primitive brain need heed." Charles stepped up right in Smith's face, "Now get. back. in. line." He punctuated every word with a pause. Smith slunk quickly back to his place in formation. "Listen up," Charles didn't raise his voice, but he held everyone's complete attention. "I just received word that a Justice of the Peace will be joining our unit to give us greater authority. He will tell us what we can do, and I will tell you exactly how to do it. I expect much more competence then I have received as of late. With someone to preside I can finally mete out capital punishment for disobedience and deserters. So why don't you all keep that in mind? Dismissed."

Thompson bawled out some more orders, and Charles watched them all disperse. No one looked him in the eye. He seriously doubted the Justice would let him execute deserters, but one could always hope. And they don't need to know that, maybe this will stem the problem. Suddenly two men approached and one was introduced as none other than Commissioner Viteri himself. Charles heart dropped into his stomach. That was much faster than I was expecting, and he is so much taller than me. He gritted his teeth and snapped the man a smart salute. This was merely another obstacle to overcome. "Welcome Commissioner, I and my men are at your disposal. We can depart at a moments notice."

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