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Rowland Isaurus Wright

"Fighting for your cause requires a degree of stupidity I do not feel capable of"

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a character in “Code Geass: The New War”, as played by Colonel_Masters

Description

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Age:
17.8

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Height:
5'11

Weight:
167ibs




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Personality:

Rowland is still wondering exactly who he is: The past year since the invasion of his English homeland have buried the last remains of his "world" for good leaving him with nothing but confusion. Before the invasion he was an eager young man self-confident and outspoken about his Royalist views. At the time unlike most of his friends and family Rowland confident about his own superiority thought that a Britanian aliened England could only benefit from such an alliance however since the invasion he can no longer believe that dream.

From a noisy boy Rowland has matured into a quiet, passive indecisive but intelligent young man. Even as he saw how the Britanian empire had pushed England and the rest of the republic to a situation even worse than the Napoleonic era he could not bring himself to oppose it like his family and friends. Rowland preferred to keep himself to himself and wanted to be left alone in a world he could no longer understand.

Rowland focused himself on study and from a flamboyant fool he emerged as a bright fellow dedicated to his interests. Computers became the center of his life and like those computers he devoted himself to rationality and logic rather than the previous romantic nonsense he believed in.
Rowland as he arrives to area 11 is now a very different person: He is self-centered but concerned that thousands of years of history may be at risk at hands of an empire he is beginning to see as a stagnated society. He is self-confident and even arrogant but conscious of the fact that he had been terribly wrong once before. He is a cunning and unpleasant man able to undermine those he dislikes with all manners of slander but also witty and even chivalrous in the manner in which he does so.

Rowland lives for himself however he knows that would never be enough for him. Rowland wants a cause and servitude to the Britanian Empire no longer seems like that cause. The rebellion however does not concern him; he does not care for the Japanese people, it would take a lot of convincing to get him involved in their fight.

Rowland seems like the kind of person who would not trust easily and to a certain extent that is true however once he does trust he is loyal. It is this loyalty however which make him a person who could be manipulated by a devious person.

Skills, Talents:

• Computers, hacking and handling electronic/ computerized security systems
• Has some remaining skill in handling the older mechanical security systems such as locks however he is out of practice.
• Playing cards and gambling
• Quick draw (sidearm) and close quarters small arms combat
• Naturally gifted towards strategy however is yet to exorcise this talent in a live situation.




Likes:


• Being told how good he is
• Hanging around people who can supplement his own skills with their own
• Explaining his interests
• A challenge such as a well-designed security system
• Freedom from law, from society and from irritating people
• Surprising people with the speed in which he can draw his sidearm
• Beating somebody in cards by bluff
• Gaming, especially online strategy games
• Eating high quality foods
• Tea, but without any milk
• Money, resources and power
• Being told what he should do by a person who can convince him to do it
• The new emperor (Rowland respects and admires Emperor Schneizel however this only arises because of the intelligence and charisma of the other. Rowland certainly does not like what the emperor stands for however when he sees a genius he finds the actions of such a genius fascinating)
• Stealing from and generally mucking about with Britanian banking and business systems


Dislikes:


• Irritating people with little to offer to him who get in his way
• Knights in shining armor class idealists
• Law and government which limit his freedom of action
• Schedule and protocol which seem to serve no practical purpose
• Alcohol and those who consume it heavily
• Being told his duty, the definition of duty itself
• Leaving his environment of comfort for new places
• Not being told of things which concern him
• Milk products
• Being criticized for not fighting against the Britanian Empire like many of his friends and family
• People wasting their lives without achieving any results
• The new Emperor (on the other hand it is because Rowland knows the new emperor is a genius that besides his respect for him there is also a powerful sense loathing against Schneizel; Rowland knows the emperor has all he needs to succeed in taking absolute control over the earth and that is the main reason for his depression and his current view on resistance as a pointless gesture.



Flaws:


• Impatient towards other people

• Passive and indecisive when making important decisions, is sometimes too cautious.

• Selfish natured and self-centered

• Easily confused when his predictions of events go wrong.

• Unsupportive to other people considering it the responsibility of each person to help him or her-self.

• Dislikes confining himself to Schedule, somewhat disorganized with time.

• Depressed and unhappy

• Potentially too trusting to whomever gains his trust and loyalty

• Let's his overconfidence occasionally get the better of him




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History:


Rowland was born to one of the upper class families of the United British Republic of England, Cornwall, Wales, Scotland and the Autonomous Free Irish state. Britain at the time (although because of Imperial Britania this name was generally replaced by the Britons local ethnic identity) was economically on the decline however its commitments to the European Union did not allow it to decrease the military budget which was strangling the economy.

Members of the elite mainly academics, officials and high ranking generals did not have so much to worry about and life for Rowland was generally very pleasant indeed.

Rowland was the second youngest of three brothers and despite not receiving as much attention from his family as his older and younger brothers did he had a stable and fair relationship with his parents.

Less was generally expected of him then his other bothers however. His older brother Brian as typical of the first born had been spoiled when he was young, when he came of age and joined the Republican Navy like their father. The younger brother Alexander a late birth and nearly ten years younger than Rowland is generally spoiled by their mother since their father because of the threat of war was nearly always away. The difference was that each of his brothers had one of their parents closely observing them; something which was not the case towards Rowland.

Each of the parents had their unofficial favorites and as far as Rowland was concerned it seemed fairly natural and therefor he never complained about it. As a Catholic family Rowland was the least observant of the faith in the family and instead got into all manners of trouble from gambling to even theft. Rowland was never actually caught but his gambling interests did put him in to trouble with his parents… especially when he lost money.

All this was generally very common among the children of the higher class however the difference was that Rowland took it with greater seriousness then most of his fellows. He didn’t steal for money; he did it for the adrenalin and the romanticism involved in a double life. Rowland teenaged days followed this pattern until the invasion of Europe by the Britanian Empire, following this event his pesky little actions seemed so childish compared to the new world of blackout, bombing and rationing. Rowland stopped his "double life" and instead began to take an interest in historical and later general knowledge in an attempt to understand why everything had to change because of the war.

London his home city was heavily bombed and so the family was evacuated to the countryside to reside in his grandparents mansion for the duration of the conflict. His mother stayed in London because of her work in the new Ministry for wartime production previously being the manager of the family's industrial investments.

Life in the countryside seemed boring at first but Rowland soon found the peace healthy to his mind as he began to study and focus his interest in the field of technology. His grandfather a computer pioneer in his day began to instruct Rowland in his field of knowledge and Rowland became very interested in the subject.

After the signing of the armistice which put Britain out of the war Rowland's father was forced into retirement because of his opposition to the peace deal. None of Rowland's family had been harmed in the war however the economic situation was so grave the rioting and discontent where wide spread.

The Republic was crumbling from the inside, when Rowland returned to London and looked at the old buildings once symbolic of the monarchy he began to think that if England was to become great again the monarchy and Imperial Britania would have to return to their ancestral homeland. His views made him no friends among his family nor his previous group of friends however such feelings where becoming widespread and not only among the elites anymore. The general feeling of the time among the entire population was one of "we can't go on like this anymore".

The peace arguably did more damage to the Republic then the war as once democratic ideologies in parliament now turned to violence and authoritarianism. The left wanted to destroy the elites, the right wanted to keep and extend their power.

Both sides had their champions; the EU supported the militant left while Britania supported the militant right. The question was not on whose side stood the people but on whose side stood the army.

When the invasion began it seemed Britain would fight it out to the last like the previous target the Island nation of Japan under the charismatic leadership of the Republican Unity party however the Britanian backed coup destroyed the illusions of such a struggle and ended the war possibly months before it should have.


The Damage was still grave; the industrial cities had been heavily bombed and the Scottish coast where the invasion took place were a shambles. Edinburgh the site of heavy fighting during the initial attacks had been almost entirely raised to the ground and practically all the ports of the republic had been destroyed.

Rowland's illusions of an alliance of salvation with the Britanian empire disappeared however despite the general feeling of bitterness at first Rowland succumbed to the mentality of the defeatist as he saw the partisans being crushed not only by Britanian might but also by acts of betrayal and even armed resistance by the local civilians and military forces of the former Republic. Most wanted and end to the constant wars and destruction however the idealists did not and fought back no matter the odds.

It was then that Rowland's father and older brother where arrested for their support to the resistance movement. Rowland's friends began to ether die, vanish or were sent to the "detainment camps" and his remaining pro Britanian friends appeared to Rowland to be scum beneath contempt.

Rowland however was a realist and saw that if events went on as they did his entire family including him would be "detained" and decided in order to save his own skin and that of his family to volunteer to the "Legion of Saint George"; one of the first Imperial military detachments to be created by the Britanian military.

The intention was to draw as many of the youth of the upper and middle upper class into Imperial military service in the other areas of the empire so that they would come to think of the empire as their own. Most of the youth of the elites already Britanian Citizens by decree where sent for officer training in the Homeland however the members of the lower classes and of "unpatriotic" families where sent to the areas to undergo training and unofficial separation from their suspect families.

Rowland's family broke contact with him because of his action however his Grandfather while abiding by the policy of silence Rowland's family had enacted towards him continued to send him a generous allowance in order that he may continue his education.

Rowland once an Englishman and now a One Niner after four weeks basic training at home was sent to area eleven to complete his training and then assume garrison counter terrorist responsibilities in the area. One would think that as an Englishman he would have been treated like a Britanian despite not being a citizen however this was not at all the case. Rowland's 13th unit of the Imperial LSG was full of members of suspect families and consequently continually roughed up by its Britanian commanders and reminded of their inferior station.

It seemed more like a punishment unit then a military one however after the first few weeks in Japan things began to quiet down as the foreign land of the elevens decreased the separation between British and Britanians. The wealthy members of the unit where permitted to attend the Ashfold academy as befitting their station in order that they may complete their general education.

Rowland now given a permit to attend the academy made his preparations wondering what he might find there.




Other:
Rowland does not like Britania and might have joined the English resistance out of sheer frustration had he remained there however the fight of the Japanese against the Britanains is not yet his fight. Rowland is currently more concerned with his self-preservation and therefor does not mind the thought of fighting Elevens as part of that goal of self- preservation in this foreign land. Rowland engages in a bit of hacking against Britania as his little piece of fun and resistance however he mainly does it not out of any thoughts that he is doing a difference but out of a desire for a challenge and a way to express his bitterness.

Thoughts and relationships to other characters:

None so far

So begins...

Rowland Isaurus Wright's Story

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"Common buggers, the CO is calling in an inspection. Anyone who isn't in in full kit and on parade will get it" bellowed one of the unfortunate training troopers of the 13th platoon of the Imperial LSG.

Rowland paused lifting his eyes from the recently issued Dominator Mr.5 type submachine gun and discontinued the tiresome process of protocol cleaning the "dirty" instrument.

Rowland and the rest of the twenty troopers in the room rushed into a frenzy of preparation and organization of themselves and their equipment. Rowland had been lucky; his kit was organized from last's night's patrol… the one he had ended up with due to his failure to prepare his kit the day before.

He fitted his black armored jumpsuit styled design combat uniform and the closed helmet which sealed off the human face. Forty seconds had passed but two of the new arrivals were struggling with the suite, it was obvious that they would get busted for this by the CO.

The group left their tents and continued running towards the a clearing in the old park.
Troopers from the other tents converged on the clearing and within the last ten seconds of the countdown the majority had formed ranks and where standing at attention rifles in their hands and helmet masks firmly strapped to their armor so that not even a sniff of unprocessed air could enter them.

The CO a large and scared man in fact the very stereotype of the training officer passed among the ranks which now stood in utter silence but was interrupted at the appearance of the two novices.

Rowland knew what to expect; four or more consistent nights of guard duty leaving the tormented little more than four hours sleep at most per night.

As the CO shouted one of the troopers opened a communication's channel to Rowland's helmet based communicator; this was prohibited on parade however the intelligence Cades in tent 4 had figured how to establish a new communications channel to the system un monitored by the Britanian training officers.

"Row, Dick informed me that someone V'd the Barrack's wall" said the familiar voice of Ian who had assumed some of the unofficial leadership of the platoon. The letter V for Victory had been used by the English Partisans to express their defiance following their military defeat against Britanian "peacekeeping" forces.

Since then many of the newcomers seemed to excel at making things difficult for everybody else by drawing the letter on just about everything. This time was no different however the problem was finding out who did it before all the platoon got punished instead.
If nether Dick or Ian could find out who it had been somebody would have to take one for the team.

"I am not going to do it Ian, get somebody else" said Rowland angrily; he was not about to get stuck with another helping of guard duty after liberating himself from the last only a few hours ago.
"It's your turn Row, I know you had your time in the cooler but you are on the list and you are going to confess" replied Ian possibly genuinely understanding but also unquestionably making his orders understood.

Rowland did not reply. If he did not step forward and take the responsibility Ian would inform on him to the CO and then undoubtedly backed by the five names which followed Rowland as alternatives on the list would back Ian to avoid the punishment.

Admitting to the action would give Rowland some additional patrol duty however the alternative would be worse.

Rowland Grinned as he normally did at irony; at least he would be getting the patrol duty for one actual offense, lying.

Hours later Rowland was barley awake; he had patrolled the same streets for so long he was beginning to remember even the ones with the absurd eleven names and was confident enough he could draw an accurate map of the area by the time this was over.

The patrol of three which had begun at 04:00 now gazed at their watches and saw the blessing of the almighty; the number of 11AM. The patrol moved on towards Satoshi street, a dead end but home to a number of storehouses which required at least an occasional examination. Rowland thought he saw a car enter the street five minutes ahead of them and wondered what wold a private car had in common with storehouses as he moved into the street.

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Noel pulled the top of his car up just in time to see some moron throw himself onto his passenger window holding..... a orange. Jumping slightly he muttered "Great another, f-ing crazy. Can't I get a goddamn break around here."

Noel put the car in reverse and backed up slightly when he noticed a military personnel coming down the street via rearview mirror. Dropping his head on the steering wheel he sighed and sarcastically thought, well there goes that plan. F- my life.

Trying to get a look at their uniform Noel just rolled his eyes, because it was just his bloody luck they were too far away. The only way Noel was able to tell he was in the military in the first place was by how the guy was holding himself and the uniform. Considering he was doing patrol work this guy had to be an E1 or a cadet from the training academy nearby. Laughing at how life just sucked at the moment, Noel couldn't help but wonder if the guy was training to be a combat medic. If that was the case then he was so going to get found out. With today being a saturday where he was off duty Noel was lazy with his disguise and just wore overly big clothes to hide the 'her' factor.

Moving thoughts away from the military guy, Noel looked back at Mr. Orange over there. This was just a bad joke, here he was about to play the role of Jeremiah Gottwald and someone else takes the nickname 'orange'. Not that Noel minded of course. Putting the car in drive he wondered how fast the saturn sky could reach 60 mph, and if it would be better to reverse out of the situation, and attempt avoiding the military person, whom would undoubtedly see the license plate number, and then try to make a u-turn and just go home, or attempt to hit the orange moron anyway. With every passing second the last option seemed oh so tempting, to a point where he really was considering it. Then again he was about to have a witness, so perhaps that wouldn't work out as planned.

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Liu glanced at the soldiers standing at the opening of the dead end. "There's go one escape route.." he thought. He'd rather not have some soldiers chase him and create a scene even though he could easily lose them. Just allowing them to spot him made his blood steam.

For the moment, he ignored them and hoped they didn't see his backpack. If they took even two steps too close to the pack, he'd have to break some bones. He wasn't hesitant about hurting the men, but that notebook was top secret,and he couldn't let anyone go near it.

Once more, he tapped the window with his orange and pointed to it with his other hand. "This. Do you know what this is?" he said in a low tone, possibly to low for the man--he now noticed looked more feminine than masculine--to hear him. He tapped the fruit against the glass plane once more. "This fruit. The dog. Do you understand?" he narrowed his eyes. He knocked all around the glass with his free hand and examined it, looking for any weak spots in case he needed to break in and take over the car. He tried to make it looks as nonchalant as possible, though, so the driver hopefully wouldn't figure out what he was doing. All the while still pressing the orange in his hand against the car.

"He's not responding," Liu murmured to himself. He turned in gaze into a glare, hoping to get the driver's attention and an apology for almost hitting his dog. "Do you understand?" he repeated.

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"Do we really have to go there? It’s a dead end so what's the point?" asked one of the new recruits. Rowland didn't blame him for asking, it was indeed pointless just as this entire patrol was pointless but that was as much a part of the punishment duty as the patrol was; the knowledge of what a waste of time it was.

"We are almost done, we might as well finish this" replied Rowland still curious about that car but unable to determine exactly what was going on at the far end of the street.

"I agree with Rudolf, we might as well go back" said the other recruit.

"Very well, you can go back and I will not report you. If you are asked you can say that you continued the patrol while I went to examine a suspicious vehicle in sector six" said Rowland continuing towards the car.

The two recruits turned around and made their way back to base leaving Rowland alone in the street. Rowland preferred this arrangement, this car business was probably nothing more than some devious Eleven trying to get a free parking.

Rowland tried to use his helmet's zoom in capability but discovered that the mechanism was conveniently faulty and offered no more than a blurred image.

He switched back to standard view and instead tried to use his eyes for the task.

Rowland came closer and noticed that the car seemed to have somebody inside it and that another person was near to the vehicle. Concerned that this could be an illegal transition of some kind Rowland switched his rifle from safety mode to none lethal pacification rounds just in case.

Now about fifteen or so yards away from the car Rowland knew that the two would have noticed him by now. The Black uniform and combat mask along with the letters Imperial military A19 L.S.G would have made his identity obvious as at least as a Britanian trooper or even a One Niner and a cadet if the onlookers where knowledgeable enough to notice it.

Rowland tried not to appear provocative; whatever was going on he didn't want to cause any more trouble than was necessary.

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Noel just glared at the damn guy. Who in f-ing hell stalks a car and suddenly bumps up on someone's passenger's window. I mean who in hell just does that. Watching the guy talk, Noel rolled his eyes thinking, right smart one, because you talking just loud enough for me to hear mumbles, and not even attempting to mouth it is soooo going to help. Seeing the guy tap his window with his free hand Noel narrowed his eyes. Putting the gear in reverse he backed up a bit more.

Unfortunately, other patrol men left leaving just one guy. If he was observant enough, Noel could expect to see a paper trail due to his license plate, depending on what Mr. Crazy-Orange-Freak says. Thinking about what Noel could legally charge this moron with, he came up short. Crazy, wasn't illegal just odd.

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Liu backed up a bit when the car abruptly backed up. He sighed and leaned against the window, setting his forehead on the glass. The driver didn't understand what he was saying.

He shut his eyes for a moment, tired from the long day and the blazing sun. After a minute or so, he reopened his eyes and walked over casually to the pack he abandoned on the ground. Keeping a careful eye on both parties, he carefully reached for the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He reached in and shuffled around to see if he had any good-length string. He managed to get his fingers around some old yarn and pulled it out. Pretending to fumble with it, he looked at the soldier with bored eyes.

"Hey, you. Solider," he called, "do you happen to know anything about a rumored princess?"
It was dangerous to let anyone, especially a Britannian soldier, know about the mysterious royalty, but he had no other real option except get some conversation going and slip away. He might even be able to get some more clues if he played his cards right.

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"Hay there!" shouted Rowland at the reversing car. Rowland didn't know what was happening but he was not about to let somebody leave without at least putting down his details for further reference.

Rowland didn't do anything to stop the car though; he didn't have the Authority to stop it since as far as he could determine no wrong doing was apparent. The car's driver was now visible enough for Rowland to determine that he was a Britanian or at least from a similar ethnic decent. Rowland cursed; he could hold up any Eleven he wanted even without a cause to do so but a Britanian citizen who was well enough connected like most of them where could put him in a heap of trouble.

Rowland tried gesturing for the car to stop or at least slow down but did not touch the vehicle fearing a "reprisal" for such an action by what could be an excitable young nobleman. He took out a simple notebook and wrote down the identification number of the vehicle and a short description of it and the driver so that he may at least avoid returning to base empty handed.

The other person on the scene Rowland could easily identify as an Eleven; this once again raised his suspicions since Elevens and Britanians could hardly be termed "best palls forever". At first Rowland thought that maybe the Eleven was a pimp setting up the young Britanian with some fun for the evening because of the discreet nature of the meeting however nether of the two men appeared the sort.

When the Eleven picked up a bag near by seemingly left abandoned Rowland suspected something had passed hands between the two men. The Eleven was obviously ether a successful buyer of a failed seller. Rowland determined that since this meeting had been personal in a predetermined place both parties where clearly aware of what the other was offering and therefor the Eleven must be the buyer. Considering what Elevens normally purchased from Britanians Rowland could only imagine one commodity inside that bag.

"Hey, you. Solider," he called, "do you happen to know anything about a rumored princess?"

Rowland was momentarily taken aback by the out of the blue nature of the question... a princess?

He chuckled nervously, "Princesses? well anything is possible but I expect a long wait before one presents herself to you in this particular place"

Rowland hesitated; the Britanian officers had said that they (the trainees) where free to treat the Elevens in any way they liked but to Rowland and to many others in 13 this seemed far too dangerous and provocative to risk. Rowland could bring his rifle on the bugger, he could even shoot him so long as he came up with an excuse afterwards but Rowland didn't know this person and what he didn't know Rowland did not tangle with until he did.

Rowland sorted out his nerves and tried a more serious approach, he did not yet resort to his rifle which probably distinguished him from the Britanians stationed here but he tried not to convey any sympathy ether.

"Excuse me... mister; I will have to ask for your name, your Identification and your reasons for being in this area." said Rowland casting a concerned look on the Eleven's bag still unsure if he should insist on examining it possibly putting himself at risk or just be satisfied with the man's details.

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Alexia stood there in silence at first as the two males became aqcuainted. She, herself had yet to become acquainted with this 'Aki' even so she played along. "There's no need to be worried. I'm here to figure out some things with Raymond here for a school thing." she stated and wondered how it was he was to get himself out of explaining why he didn't attend school or how she knew him appearantly well while not going to school with him but of course. It would've been fine if she didn't hear the sounds of Britannian soldiers speaking through a Knightmare. Alexia opened the door again quickly to see the japanese people running away from a large Knightmare frame. It wasn't one she recognized so she was glad it wasn't Noel she just hoped he wasn't involved in this at all.

Thankfully no death seemed to have happened yet but the person in the knighmare that said, "Listen up you vile Elevens! We, the Britannian forces are giving you fair warning to stay away from prisoner Corvo Crownguard's execution tonight. If any of you try to become vigilante and save the traitor you will be executed on the spot!". The soldier's words scared all the elevens in the area and they all scurried off. What truly shocked her was hearing Corvo's name. Her own friend was the suspected killer. Why? How? She had heard someone come in after she had just left the transport but she never would've believed it was Corvo. Besides what was he doing in the area at the time anyway? None of it made any sense and because of that she knew now what she had to do. "I'm sorry, Raymond, Aki but I have to go." she stated simply yet angrily before slipping on her boots and running out the door.

When she ran off she could've sworn she passed by a Britannian soldier, an Eleven and possibly Noel. No matter if it was her best friend she couldn't stop by and chat as she had other things to take care of. While she was running she glanced back to see it was Noel and though shocked that he would be anywhere within the vicinity of the area but she couldn't stay and ask him. She bolted out of there and onto her bike nearby before rushing off. She needed to fix this her friend was going to take the fall for something she did. It wasn't right and she couldn't allow such an atrocity to take place.

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Noel just sighed when everything abruptly went to hell, it really was just a Charlie Foxtrot of s---. At first Noel just did as he was instructed like a good little boy, as some unnamed soldier motioned for him to stop. Then he received a phone call to collect the prisoner, just as he saw Alex fly by on her bike. Clearly this needed to be taken apart piece by piece, to understand what in f-ing hell is going here.

Going back to the soldier, Noel watched what he did with a look of approval in his eyes. This person, tried to remain on Noel's decent side by not touching the car, thank god, and still managed to collect the information he needed, that is, if the scribbling on the pad was what he thought it was. Then when Mr. Crazy over their was blurting out annoying nonsense regarding some stupid princess, the soldier responded with a bit of wit, although he did seem apprehensive, then in a very passive way he asked for the required information. A very simple, clean and effective approach, that didn't have the poor eleven begging for mercy.

Then came the phone call. This was the annoying part, under any other circumstance, Noel would be given at least a courtesy day to gather men and prepare an escort, but because the general was an ignorant moron, he was given 9 hours. The conversation was basically Noel attempting to reason with a general who has his head to far up his ass, and the outcome was not very pleasant in the slightest. Biting down on his cheek to keep from screaming in frustration; Noel bitterly thought, Where in hell, am I going to find ANYONE who won't mind doing an execution parade on a saturday, nevermind the fact they they need to be semi-decent! Glaring at the eleven like this entire mess was all his fault, Noel had a 'lightbulb' moment. Stepping out his car, something he knew was a slightly very, bad idea for multiple reasons, Noel said to the soldier, "You there, I'm sergeant Cecil, who was given the impromptu task of arranging the execution parade." Rolling his eyes a tiny bit at the impromptu part he added "I need men to help out with that, you seem to have a decent head on your shoulders, feel free to reject, but would you mind assisting? Taking the job, I'll inform your CO and you will be relieved of any duties you have for the rest of the week ."

Noel smirked to himself when he said that, sure the guy would have to say yes anyway; as it stands Noel could be one of those pricks who deny giving the kid an option and just write him up for insubordination should he deny. Though throwing him the bone, to be off BT for a week would simply be too good to resist, assuming he was apart of the academy near here of course. Eyeing the guy again Noel really felt that he was developing a Napoleon complex. Really being so short shouldn't bother him like it did when you take into account his, 'her' factor.

Then the familiar sound of a motorcycle was heard as he just knew that that was Alex. Groaning, this brought up a whole nother set of issues such as the whole geass thing, the stalker issue, the black squires, if she's somewhat ok with him being in the military, if she avoiding him, and a ton of other s-. Threading a hand through his hair he huffed and said under his breath, "Dear god save my soul, when was life this f-ing s*itty"

Going back to what he could control Noel waited for an answer from the soldier, simply out of politeness. Though he did have his phone at ready to dial whoever it is that he needed to call in order to get this guy off duty.

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Liu looked back as he heard a car door open. He turned to see the driver, whom he assumed was a man, looked indeed more feminine now that he was standing up and in full view. Liu had an eye for identifying people's genders. He also had his little talent of tricking his targets into believing he was a girl whenever he needed to get close enough to kill them. Back to the subject, Liu scratched his head. He put the yarn back into his pack and pulled the strings shut. He was planning to slip the yarn into the window and unlock the door, but he guessed he didn't need it anymore.

He listened quietly as the man-lady-driver spoke to the masked officer. It seemed this 'Sergeant Cecil' was also part of the military, though Liu couldn't help but question how such a small little man could possibly even be a sergeant. Liu cleared his throat and slung the pack over his shoulder.

"Sergeant Cecil. You're in the military as well? Do you happen to know of a rumored princess? She's supposed to be an illegitimate daughter of the late Emperor Charles," Liu asked, ignoring the other soldier's snide reply. Obviously such a low-ranking officer whose sole duty is to patrol the ghettos isn't going to know much.

Just as he finished his words, a Britannian girl on a motorcycle flew past the alley that the three of them were in. Liu got a good look at her, and his eyes widened when he saw a slight resemblance between her and Lelouche.
He didn't have anything else to work on, so he decided to leave the two soldiers and began running after the girl. She wouldn't be hard to keep track of, as she had distinct, long brown hair and a very beautiful face. He made sure the backpack was secure and started weaving through the streets, around people, and after the girl on the motorcycle.

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Rowland gazed at the man with barley restrained surprise as he emerged from the quaint private vehicle hardly befitting his declared allegiance, occupation and claimed task.

Despite being taken aback for a short moment suspicion and disbelief emerged the better fit to Rowland's thoughts when weight against uncertainty and fear of error. Rowland saw no evidence of to this man's claim of identity and decided that he would seek valid confirmation ether for truth or falsehood.

Rowland straightened his posture and made what he hoped was a credible effort at enforcing his inquiry to this man who was possibly ether a superior officer or a devious scoundrel.

"Sir, as a gentleman I am inclined to believe your claim and accept your word of command. However, as a soldier on duty I must request that you present me with evidence of identification. "

Rowland paused afraid that he may have overstated his rights and decided to clarify his words to reassure the man of his intention.

"Normally of course this would not be necessary however your clothing, means of transportation and this odd choice of location and company make it my duty to attain a solid reassurance that I am following a lawful command."


Rowland competed his speech and already felt a complete fool; "as a gentleman"? What in God's name was he playing at?
The Eleven of whom Rowland remained observant seemed unaffected by the claimed presence of a second Britanian near him. Rowland was impressed; normally one masked soldier was supposed to be enough to bring terror upon these pitiful serfs.

Such confidence to Rowland meant ether suicidal stupidity or the confidence of knowledge. In the latter event ether the second "Britanian" was indeed this man's accomplice and Rowland could expect to be attacked at any moment or this Eleven was confident that he could overcome the opposition.

As Rowland struggled with this undesirable situation the Eleven once again began to talk about that "princess" nonsense. This time there were a few additional details mentioning the proposed background of his claimed princess.

Rowland dumfounded by this reoccurring unrelated request for information noticed a young girl maybe about his age pass along the road.

"If you are looking for a princess you could start with that lady; she already shares one of the traits desirable in a princess as in she is presumably a female of the species. That narrows your search down to only but a few a few billion qualifiers!" Said Rowland mockingly.

The Eleven seemed thoughtful even observant of the young woman. A hint of recognition seemed to cross his face and suddenly he burst into a sprint possibly attempting to catch up to her.

"Oye mate, come back here at once!" shouted Rowland taking hold of his rifle. The motorbike riding girl and the incredibly fast moving Eleven where by now at the other side of the road almost out of range. Rowland attempted to aim a pacification none-leather lethal round at the Eleven however the growing traffic of cars and people prevented Rowland from him from taking a clear shot.

Rowland lowered his rifle; he dared not risk a misfire, sharpshooting was not among his list of talents.

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Noel gave a frustrated sigh. Really this guy didn't want to engage, when the surrounding civilians were in cars. For pete's sake we build cars like people used to build tank, really one misfired shot wouldn't have really done anything. Shaking his head Noel thought as he reached into the car, [i] this [/b] can not happen during the execution, he really needs a lesson in covering your own ass. Honesty and caution is an admirable trait but not when you're in the military. [i] Opening the glove box, he took out his military id, and handing it over he said, [b] "I suppose this should be proof enough."

Waiting for this person to check his ID Noel took his phone, and he sent a brief message to Alexia saying heads up you have someone trying to stalk you, some nonsense about being a princess, he's dressed mostly in black

Sending the message Noel took a look at the guy's uniform. Unfortunately he was unable to find a rank on him, meaning he was either a cadet or a private. Taking a guess on the first one Noel added "So cadet, why didn't you take the shot? Being logical here there was a slim chance that civilians would have been injured, and even if that chance was increased, it still would have been more beneficial to take it and say you tried, then to error on the side of caution and say he got away.

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Alexia knew it was a dangerous thing to do but she checked the message sent to her by Noel. Once reading she sighed.'just what I need at time like this.' she thought sarcastically. She'd have to find a way to lose them. She sighed once more before speeding up a bit and swirving about. She knew this was also dangerous but what could ne do? She didn't need someone following her when she's trying to set up a few things to save one of her friends. She managed to make it past a few trucks making sure it was harder to be seen by those chasing her. She couldn't stop now. If she did he'd have to hear them talk about some princess that she actually was and she couldn't allow that. She started driving even faster making sure it would be very difficult to catch up to her by the speed she was going.

Alexia made it to a busy street and started swirving about again until she reached the intersection where the cars were driving at and headed to her right around a corner. She hoped she lost those chasing her but wondered what would have happened if they did chase her. She already had the costume she needed as she bought it at a costume shop and modified it, making sure to geass, the person that solde i to her to not remember that she bought it from there. All she needed now was to get ready and contact the black squires which she could do through her phone. Once making it home and making sure she lost those that were chasing her and contacted the black squires the way she did in the ghetto that day. Her number was bocked so they wouldn't know who was speaking. "Hello there to you all I am X the woman from Kibō ghetto. I am also here to save Corvo Crownguard alongside all of you."

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Rowland examined the man's credentials and concluded that they seemed to be in order. A good forgery however would be indistinguishable form the real thing... in fact in the Great European war for example the Germans had at one time forged notes of such high standard quality that it was this very quality which gave their game away.

Rowland would have sighed but considering what a screw up of a day this had been he avoided it. Rowland stood at attention, saluted the officer and then returned his papers to him.

So cadet, why didn't you take the shot? Being logical here there was a slim chance that civilians would have been injured, and even if that chance was increased, it still would have been more beneficial to take it and say you tried, then to error on the side of caution and say he got away.


The man's question was legitimate which was of course the problem, Rowland didn't know how he could possibly explain his hesitation in a way which would save him from trouble. The real reasons where of course a lack of any true motive to serve the Britanians in the first place; Rowland had no great love to the Elevens... or more correctly the Japanese however he had less regard to the Britanians. Rowland could have fired, he should have fired however doubt and uncertainty which had plagued him ever since arriving at area 11 stopped him from making an important decision.

He would have to do something about such problems, they where becoming too much of a habit.

Rowland thought for a moment; remembering the faulty zoom on capability Rowland decided he would use this "justification" to cover up his true motives.

" I understand sir, I would have in all honesty taken the shot however my combat mask appears to have been ill serviced by the maintenance crews causing a short circuit in my magnification and targeting equipment. I am only a cadet and certainly not a marksman especially with this type of rifle and therefor I concluded I would be unable to hit the target using the available resources."

Rowland gestured to the rifle showing the lack of any targeting equipment of its own.

"This type is an old, partially salvaged and inaccurate weapon. Its good enough for training purposes but unstable in most combat situations. The only advantages of this weapon is that its simple, mechanically reliable and a fast re loader; as I said ideal for training purposes and maybe for clearing out buildings of insurgents."

Rowland has spoken truthfully however despite being a truth it was not the truth which prevented him from firing. Still standing at attention Rowland wondered what what the officer would do with him next.

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Noel considered what he said, faulty equipment wasn't exactly new in the cadet world. In fact it wasn't until you get in the officer problem (fat chance) or you make Staff Sergeant do you get any real equipment. Taking that answer at face value, Noel nodded, more to himself then the cadet but still. Looking over the cadet he bit his cheek; something in the back of his mind was screaming that, this was not a good idea. Ignoring that annoying voice Noel said a bit tiredly "At ease cadet. Again should you chose to accept my proposition I need the name of your commanding officer , then I expect you to show up at 1800 where the parade route starts."

Under normal circumstances Noel would have him help with ensuring the convict is secure, but because he isn't in uniform and he only has a civilian car, Noel couldn't expect him to do so. Hell it's a bit of a stretch accepting him as a superior officer, let alone being told to forget your duties and head to a maximum security prison ... even if that's what he's basically doing except heading toward the parade, though that's besides the point. Taking another quick look at the cadet he remembered that his equipment is faulty. Thinking to himself, Another thing to take care of, lovely, at least this one is easy to fix. I can simply tell my own commanding officer that I require more equipment. Though this is just pathetic, I'm a sergeant first class and I'm worrying about getting equipment! I shouldn't have to go to my CO to ask for permission to file a report to get better junk. Really, the crap I'm probably going to give this guy is just as bad as the crap he already has. Giving a mental sigh he added to himself, perhaps I should just retire from the military... This almost isn't worth it.

After that internal rant he simply looked at the cadet and waited for a response.

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"At ease cadet. Again should you chose to accept my proposition I need the name of your commanding officer , then I expect you to show up at 1800 where the parade route starts."

Rowland had forgotten all about the officer's original request and realized he hadn't even thought about it up until that point.

Rowland had never heard a Britanian officer make a "request" of any kind unless it was clear that the "request" was as much an order as any direct command. The only difference in the "request" was that there was some old tradition or law in place which required the ceremonial consent of the soldier to perform certain special duties.

Rowland hadn't heard much about the assassination nor did he care so much about what poor fool was going to swing from the gallows for it however it was an intriguing development.

"Yes Sir, I will accept my temporary transfer to your command" Said Rowland surprising himself by how eager he was for a change in atmosphere, even if it was a Britanian execution he couldn't care less about.

Reminding himself of the Specific protocol the entire LSG and unit 13 it particular was under Rowland dared making a further request of the officer.

"Sir, there is however one problem. I am a cadet of the Imperial army Area 19 volunteer forces, Legion of Saint George. My own unit is number 13 Platoon currently commanded by drill sergeant Alexander Seafort.

Regulations require that should a superior officer relieve me of my current training duties that this superior officer or his own commanding officer report the change directly to my superior… in this case Sergeant Seafort.

Once you are able to achieve my transfer I am immediately placed under your command and I am therefor subject to no other commands for the duration of your specified requirements. Our training units are actually used quite often by others in the military… but normally not for anything as "glamerous" as a public execution."


Rowland accidently spoke with a hint of humor at the last sentence however hopefully he hoped that his mask would cover up his change of tone.

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Noel honestly saw this coming. Really the poor guy didn't have much choice but to accept, though the quick compliance was a bit of a giveaway in regards to his preference. No one's that compliant with orders unless they really don't mind them. Flipping open his phone, yet again, Noel only paid half attention to what was being said, at least until 'regulations' caught his attention
Regulations require that should a superior officer relieve me of my current training duties that this superior officer or his own commanding officer report the change directly to my superior… in this case Sergeant Seafort.

Once you are able to achieve my transfer I am immediately placed under your command and I am therefor subject to no other commands for the duration of your specified requirements. Our training units are actually used quite often by others in the military… but normally not for anything as "glamorous" as a public execution."


Of course he knew that hence the fact he asked for the cadet's CO's name. Standard protocol may be annoying but it's not entirely useless. Connecting to the military's main branch then typing in the extension for the 13th platoon for area 19, Noel waited until someone picked up. Stating his name and rank along with all the other mandatory info, Noel waited again to be connected to Alexander Seafort. Then when this guy picked up Noel had to once again get all the mandatory greeting statements out of the way. This is the reason he doesn't use other men, you have to jump through a trillion hoops to get a simple ok. When Sergeant Seafort, rudely asked what he wanted Noel just said "I need to borrow cadet... finally taking note of the name stitched onto his uniform Noel hastily added Wright. I'm in charge of a public execution and he seems capable enough.

Noel waited for a reply for a moment, wondering if Seafort would say no just to be an ass, which wouldn't be the first time that's happened. As a result Noel was pleasantly surprised when he heard "Alright Sergeant Cecil, he's yours.

Saying goodbyes and what not Noel looked to cadet Wright and said, "Well then I expect to see you at 1800. I'll have usable gear when you get their."

Getting back into the car now that his work was finished their, Noel drove right to the prison. He had a spare uniform there and really needed to get the rest of him men to this, as well as prep the prisoner. Well as they say no rest for the wicked.

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"Yes sir, I shall return to base for my kit and then report to you at 1800 hours at the designated formation point of the parade" Said Rowland still maintain his strict and straight posture at attention.

Rowland saluted his superior officer who in turn offered a greeting which Rowland decided he would consider a return Salute. The officer then returned to his motorcar and left the way he came leaving Rowland alone on the street with nothing but a passing stray cat for company.

Rowland bent downwards and was surprised to see the cat was quite friendly. Rowland gave the cat a few strokes and then stood up again preparing for his return journey back to base.

As his eyes departed the cat and the ground below Rowland suddenly noticed a young Eleven teen aged youth. The youth was perhaps fourteen years old although his age could be greater considering the poor diet the Eleven masses where allowed by the Britanians.

Rowland saw a brief wonder in the eyes of the youth; obviously stroking a cat was not one of the traits these kids thought they would see in a Britanian soldier. The look of wonder was soon replaced with the same look of hate and fear Rowland got everywhere these days; both from some of the Britanians and from the majority of the Japanese.
Rowland sighed, such was the world.

Rowland opened one of his pockets and removed an energy bar out of his small boxed monthly allowance. The youth at first seemed ready to run however once he saw what Rowland had removed he paused, once again with a look of wonder present on his eyes.

Rowland moved slowly, step by step until he was near to the youth. He then presented him with the bar wondering what his reaction would be.

The youth slowly took the bar and gazed at it for a few moments. As suddenly as it had departed the youth's hate had returned to him and so he tossed the bar at Rowland's feet in an act of dangerous defiance.

Rowland simply left the boy alone and calmly walked on. It was the wrong thing to do of course since Rowland had clearly submitted to the Eleven… utterly unacceptable.

But Rowland didn't care; that was a Britanian problem.

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“You are not going to go through with this are you Row?” asked Richard still panting form the hasty run he had preformed in order to catch up with Rowland.

Rowland frowned, as if he had a choice? He continued with organizing and examining his new equipment and made no comment.

Richard seemed disgusted and was momentarily speechless however it did not take long for him to continue this “conversation”

“You can’t do this Row, this is as bad as murder… let the Britanians do their own dirty work” said Richard, both saw the arrival of Ian to the forest clearing which Rowland had chosen to confine himself to in order to avoid questions… such as these.

“Is there no way out of this Row?” said Ian who appeared eager avoid exposing his feelings on the matter by adopting a forced neutral tone.

Rowland completed his check and sighed, this time there would be no possibility of any malfunction in his equipment... despite desiring one very badly. “There is no way out of it Ian, the Britanian officer issued a direct order to me by name and requested my services from the CO again; by name.”

Ian nodded slowly, Richard cursed bitterly. “Then do it Row, we will not think less of you” said Ian maybe trying to amend any inner doubt encouraged by Richard’s objection.

Richard however was not satisfied “Ian, you have not the right to make such a promise. I am sorry Row, I know you have no choice in this matter but I have to take drastic measures for the good of the unit.” Said Richard with a hint of sadness in his tone and expression.

Richard paused for a moment considering his choice of words and then spoke with the official tone Rowland had come to expect of him under these circumstances.

“I accuse you Rowland Wright of collaborating with the Britanian occupier. Since our nation’s laws are no longer enforced I make this accusation under the provisions of the Free English Army of Resistance proclaimed during the Bristol conference. The court will be held by our peers members of the unit who will also elect the official prosecuting, defending and deciding organisms of the trial. The location and time of this trial will be decided by the resistance officers” Richard might have wanted to say more but instead saluted Ian and then left the clearing.

Ian smiled but Rowland did not think the matter amusing; internal matters of a serious nature where often settled in the LSG in this manner, and punishment was not as impossible as it seemed.

“To accuse you of collaboration while at home we are all considered traitors and collaborators? Dick appears to be emotionally engaged today. I am afraid he is right however, we do need to hold an official inquiry into this affair. I am sorry Rowland but you will have to play Dick’s game for the time being, hopefully a pointless trial such as this will finally make a serious debate over our “loyalties” possible.” Said Ian, the two exchanged salute’s and Ian turned to follow Richard out of the clearing.

Rowland thanked god he was finally left alone in the clearing. Richard was right of course, there was no reason why Rowland should have to participate in the execution. Rowland had thought no body would mind and that all he was going to do anyway was watch however Richard closer to the unit’s sentiment then even Ian was knew and expressed how most of their colleagues felt.

The unit was restless; soon it would be pressed into service by the Britanians and nobody was looking forward to that. Even small matters such as this triggered great discontent among the unit’s members. Unit 13 and others in the LSG had been forced to “volunteer” to serve the Britanains unlike the real traitors who had done so willingly. Nobody in the unit wanted to be seen as a collaborator and therefore the unofficial command structure of the unit headed by men such as Richard and Ian and women such as Isabella made sure to keep moral up by committing actions of resistance whenever possible.

At the same time however the risk to their families and their own lives prevented the unit from committing itself to such a cause… however some people such as Ian wanted this to change.

Rowland put on his new combat mask and armed his Mr.7 and then proceeded to walk to the gathering point. Thoughts of the future haunted Rowland as he approached the large convoy, as he joined the ranks of the other masked guards of “honour” Rowland caught a glimpse both of the officer and of a hand cuffed other.

So this was the man who would die tonight…

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Rowland ducked as shells and bullets shrieked above his head, he abandoned his motorbike and descended rapidly to the ground as the Nightmare above him fell earthwards relatively undamaged but clearly left unbalanced by what seemed to be a stray shell. Rowland’s motorbike was crushed by the metal giant but the sudden hail of bullets suddenly stopped for a few moments… a loud speaker voice might have spoken but Rowland was too dazzled by the explosions around him to notice what was said.

Bullets and explosions once again filled the seconds old vacuum of silence and the glittering flames of battle now clearly had claimed this area as a battlefield. Rowland kept his head down fearing a the consequences to his skull should a sniper line up his head on his scope. For a moment Rowland didn’t know what to do; should he run? Should he hide? Should he fight? Or should he surrender and maybe even join these rebels?

Rowland considered all but alas still green to the prospect of being fired at from another direction other then above (from the air) he could not act decisively during that moment.

“Get a move on you lot! Be soldiers! Show these monkeys your courage!” shouted a Britanian officer as he walked around the troops still dazzled by the sudden attack, clearly there where more then a few rookie soldiers in the convoy, at least where Rowland was.

Five soldiers regrouped and Rowland joined them using the fallen Nightmare for cover, the officer attempted to search for their attackers but was immediately put down by a sniper round from one of the warehouses along the path of the convoy. Several small missiles and machine gun rounds also swarmed at the convoy from these buildings causing great damage to its protectors.

“What should we do now damn it!” shouted one of the soldiers grasping shortly after the officer fell to the ground.

“Keep them pinned down!” shouted another before he was also dispatched by an enemy round.

It seemed that all the experienced soldiers on this side of the convoy had been killed for none of the five remaining soldiers behind the nightmare knew what to do besides duck.

As suddenly as the nightmare had fallen, it began to stand up overcoming its temporary disability. Rowland with his wits slowly returning to him saw his chance, now the enemy would have to divert their attention to the restored Nightmare.

Rowland had never fought of himself as a leader but he had a good voice nobody in his vicinity could miss, he might not be a leader but he would try and rouse this rabble into the correct action. those foes in the buildings where attacking the convoy without any opposition, they had to be ether destroyed or distracted so that when reinforcements arrived there would at least remain a convoy for them to reinforce.

“That nightmare should distract the enemy for the time being but if we don’t do something about those heavy weapons in the building we won’t be getting out of this alive”
said Rowland, to his surprise the others accepted his command without as much as an argument… was he that charismatic? No came the answer as he saw what had disturbed them, another nightmare was going down…

“Wait….” Said Rowland patiently observing their protecting nightmare, the nightmare began to fire at the building using a heavy machine gun installed at the other side of its spear. “Go!” shouted Rowland and a Britanian in union. The five soldiers ran towards the building relatively unmolested as the Japanese poured their weapons fire on the nightmare. But even so, one of their number was cut down and lay still living on the ground as they continued to run. Rowland could not help him but… he didn’t know if he had the authority to tell the Britanians to abandon their comrade.

“Leave him!” snarled one of the Britanians before Rowland to come up with an answer, the other Britanains obeyed despite their concern. Rowland could have breathed a deep sigh of relief but, not under these conditions.

The small band began their attack on the building flanking the Japanese position, the battle was fast and brutal. A few minutes of gunfire left three Japanese dead and a further two Britanians in a similar condition. Rowland didn't know if one of his bullets had caused a death today nor did he care at the moment however, gazing at the corpses lying on the floor Rowland did not fail to appreciate he could have been one of them.

"What is going on in the prisoner transport?" said one of the Britanians who was gazing out of the window. Rowland joined him and noted that the the target they where supposed to be protecting was utterly exposed!

Rowland didn't act immediately as he wondered if he should even care but once the two other Britanians started running towards it he had no choice but to come along with them.