VIDEO ✍ 007 --> IMMEDIATE EVACUATION ORDER

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[Considering a castle just fell out of the sky, Chief Inspector Javert appears somewhat shaken, but otherwise deceptively calm, his expression a statuesque maelstrom of indecipherable shock. After all, he is one of those lucky few that stood directly underneath the Overlord's former domain as it veered straight over the tops of the District Five government buildings. His hair, naturally, is quite frazzled from the impact and subsequent quake, and for once his hat is in his hand and not atop his head.

He orders, with urgent, cold, and commanding ferocity,]

There will be an immediate evacuation for District One and District Five. All non-official security persons must vacate One and Five with haste! You will be escorted and ... assisted by an officer of the law if you cannot do this in a timely fashion. [The corner of his mouth twists and dips into a grimace.] Any persistent stragglers will be dealt with.

Follow the main streets and boulevards to Village Espoir and District Three. There the police will dole out the emergency rations and accommodations.

Should anyone need any assistance, you will call Inspector Javert at this number.

[Conference call addendum to the POLICE FORCE:]

Begin with the evacuation. I will not have dim-witted fellows poking about the wreckage to get themselves into a swift and untidy death!

Once this task is finished, report to the Southern shore of Lake Meridian for duty.

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[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert looks disgusted, as if offended that a civilian would dare to ask him such a question. And yet despite his fierce grimace and cold stare, he asks only one abrupt question,]

What is your rank, Mam'selle Soldier?

[bloomtrigger.livejournal.com]

[Noel freezes a bit at the stare, but does not relent. She made her decision to help, and she wanted to stick to it as much as she can. She was surprised that he didn't give her a flat-out no, and tries her best to mask it with a more firm expression.]

My rank is that of Lieutenant, sir.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Lieutenant, [Javert echoes thoughtfully in a dry murmur. The lines in his face deepen, his grimace not lessening an inch. He casts his lids to the floor in a long stretch of silence, as if he were seriously mulling over the prospect.]

...Very well. I will try you.

[He raises his intimidating, cold eyes to Noel once more.]

You wanted to join the police? Consider this your audition. Work. If you run into any trouble, tell them Inspector Javert sent you.

[bloomtrigger.livejournal.com]

[Yes! Finally! She gives a surprisingly sharp salute.]

Sir! I will do my best to meet or exceed expectations! I shall now commence in assisting residents to evacuate to the designated areas.