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Kathryn frowned ever so slightly at Demor's attempt to flirt, as she unraveled a well worn burlap satchel on the table, where a rusted piece of rebar sat, duct tape wrapped around one end, and old blood, sweat, and rust gave the other end of the rebar piece a somewhat nice patina.

Michael quietly stood back, keeping his hands resting firmly on his weapon, as Kathryn walked around Demor, bringing the rebar swiftly across his right knee, it would make a sickening crack on contact. "I don't have time for your mouth, you'll keep it shut, and speak only when spoken too, and maybe; just maybe you will be spared a painful execution." Kathryn commented, before she brought the chair around so it would face the table, then she tossed some photos on the table, an attractive middle aged redheaded woman was on the photo, wearing a neatly pressed uniform, the flag of the Aschen Empire placed behind her.

"Do you recognize this woman?"