Esprit de Corps · Voice lines

Hush, he does not need to be pushed any more. The ball is rolling...

He thinks -- what are you doing. We almost got him here.

Not this, he seems to say. Anything but this.

Dammit, ask it already! -- he wants to say.

What are you doing, he's thinking. We almost got him here.

I really have, he thinks. She was strong. She made it easy for us.

As the men go, Patrol Officer Minot looks back over her shoulder -- at the crumbling fortification in the snowfall, like a rotten tooth rising out of the water...

One more loose end down. We're doing this, detective.

As the men go, Patrol Officer Minot looks back over her shoulder -- at the crumbling fortification in the rain, like a rotten tooth rising out of the water...

Special consultant Heidelstam is optimistic: "We'll see the boat when he comes. Let's go get a coffee until then. I know this interesting little place, where..." His voice trails off as the three walk down the jetty.

That's it. Motive. We have it.

There, on a dilapidated jetty in a nameless village, two police officers and one special consultant look across a narrow strip of sea. The ruins of a seafort stick out of the water, built by Filippe II, re-appropriated by the Commune, then lost in the Landing...

"He's there, doing... what exactly I don't know," Satellite-Officer Vicquemare points at the ruins. "Behind that anti-aircraft-something. That's why we can't see him."

As the men go, Patrol Officer Minot looks back over her shoulder -- at the crumbling fortification, like a rotten tooth rising out of the water...

Across the water, on a dilapidated jetty in a nameless village -- made of grey cinder block houses with eternite roofs -- two police officers and one special consultant look across a narrow strip of sea.

There -- motive, detective. We have it.

One more down.

"Policework?" Patrol Officer Judit Minot replies, with a tinge of hope in her voice. A tinge of warmth too, against the cold air rising from the water...