XMcMillian: Forget what your boyfriend told you. As far as I'm concerned you are now an Imperial citizen, and you will be treated as one.
Ria: ... the Nightmasks gonna make trouble for you.
McMillian: Child, we are the Empire. Your little band of vigilantes would need stilts just to nip at our heels. Nevertheless, as an Imperial citizen, you're entitled to Army protection. And you'll have it. Okay?
Ria: ...okay...
McMillian: Mr. Kamada.
Isidro: Sir?
McMillian: I want a twenty-four hour guard on that girl, and I mean guard. She isn't to so much as take a piss without somebody with a gun standing over her. Understood?
Isidro: Yes, sir!
McMillian: Good. At the moment we're merely immoral. Anyone who makes us look incompetent will pay.
Isidro: Oh new kid...
Travis: I don't actually have to watch her pee, do I? That's creepy.
Ria: ... the Nightmasks gonna make trouble for you.
McMillian: Child, we are the Empire. Your little band of vigilantes would need stilts just to nip at our heels. Nevertheless, as an Imperial citizen, you're entitled to Army protection. And you'll have it. Okay?
Ria: ...okay...
McMillian: Mr. Kamada.
Isidro: Sir?
McMillian: I want a twenty-four hour guard on that girl, and I mean guard. She isn't to so much as take a piss without somebody with a gun standing over her. Understood?
Isidro: Yes, sir!
McMillian: Good. At the moment we're merely immoral. Anyone who makes us look incompetent will pay.
Isidro: Oh new kid...
Travis: I don't actually have to watch her pee, do I? That's creepy.
When last we saw.... Ria - McMillian - Travis
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An assassin, a disgraced paladin, and a ninja accountant walk out of prison. Their mission: find out the secret of the Clockwork Boys. Not dying is optional.
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