Project Blue Ark

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Justin lifted a wooden mug to his lips as Isaiah talked to a group of three strong men. After a minute they came over to his table.
"Justin, this is Jerome, Eric, and Thor. They, um, specialize in -- brute strength," said Isaiah in a scattered manner. Justin looked at him; they obviously were strong men. They were huge. Perhaps Isaiah thought that they most likely lacked brains. Well, they would need strong men. Brains could be somebody else's department.

 

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The next day the Frenchmen set up a technological display in the market. Meanwhile Jean and Poirot headed out to the ruler's compound. There they were presented with the entire police force and their leaders on the parade ground. They looked at the unruly congregation. "Attention!" Jean yelled. The unruly bunch continued milling about, "We have our work cut out for us Poirot." "Indeed we do..."

 

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After many more mugs full of amber, Justin had asembled several work crews. He had guards for the base, strong men for labor, and fighters for raiding. Most had agreed to report to the base in the morning. Some were still at the saloon, so they left with him. They were mostly the laborers; Justin asumed that this was probably because they had nothing else of importance to do. Hence they were laborers.

The square was enmpty. Only a few drunks stumbled through. A squad of soldiers stood guard, alert and ready to maintain the peace of night. A drunk made the mistake of stumbling on the coblestones in front of them. They sent him flying by the seat of his loin cloth.

Justin flipped on the lights of his truck and started its engine. He pulled a Colt .45 from a rip in the leather seat. He checked, it was loaded.