"Loyal Legion," she said proudly, "cavalry and light artillery. Under Tarleton I believe."I nodded, not surprised. Her clothes were likely worth more ...han most poor folks' houses and land. "No servants?" I said, lifting an eyebrow.She shook her head. "My maid ran off, to the coast I suppose." Slave?"She nodded. "A gift from my father." Then she wrinkled her forehead. "Could you take me somewhere, to the next town or an inn, someplace I could wait." She looked about and scrunched her lips. " Golden Badger 3 Zulu, this is Black Eagle 42, go." Eagle 42, we're in the saddle between the camp and the ridge. Do you have a visual, over?" Roger, Badger 3 Zulu, we have a visual on the camp, over." I'll have smoke popped in zero one and will guide you in with the prevailing wind, over." Roger, Badger 3 Zulu. Pop smoke. I'll identify, over."I signaled Tweed, who I had given the smoke grenades to, on the other side of the LZ (Landing Zone) and he popped one and threw it out on the wet. Inside we found a recruiter and information desk. As we approached, the staff lady at the information desk looked at us. Her name tag said she was Captain Marshal.All of a sudden her eyes got as big as saucers. She stood and saluted. We all looked around for some brass, but only we were the only ones in the room. Then Mary/Fran saluted back. We had forgotten that Mary/Fran was the WE representative to the UN. Captain Marshal ushered us all into a conference room behind her desk. Mary/Fran. "I'm using leather straps, not metal handcuffs, because they're morecomfortable for you. But don't worry, they're just as effective!" Hefinishes buckling the strap. "There, all done... see if you can reachthe buckle with your fingers."Emma moves her hand and wrist. Her wrist is very securely fixed in thestrap. The buckle is way too far from her fingers for her to be able toget anywhere near it - if she couldn't use her other hand. She knowsthat with her other wrist in a similar strap, she'll be.