A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voic...? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really. General Anthony did his inspection. He was conscious of how boring a long inspection could be but he wished to balance that by talking to some of the men. He picked one in five although he spoke to every corporal. He also, to Mark's amazement, picked out every member of the Guard of Honour.They finally reached the rear left and the RSM stepped forward to be introduced. Colonel Chris never made it. General Anthony stepped forward his hand outstretched. "Mr Copthwaite, how are you?" He had to. The fact the his drab uniform was a little over-sized on him wasn't helping either, but they had told him that it was the closest thing that they had in his size. Pushing up his glasses, he saw that he still had a ways to go to the top, so he took a deep breath and soldiered on. He was going to need the books he lugged along in his sack. Though the pages were blank now, when he returned from his mission, they would be full of priceless information. The scrawny young scribe had been assigned to. The two orderlies reached down and roughly unbuckled the straps. David tried to fight against them, but they were strong and he was still woozy after being d**gged.They half walked, half carried him through into another chamber. Inside, a strict looking woman in a white coat waited .She nodded and the two men lay him on a gurney, strapping him back in. "My name is Matron. And I'm here to make sure that you're physically right for what we have in mind, Davina. Do you understand?"David shook his.