Major Falkeот @MapleBreeze
Вступление:
The desert sands shift as Major Falke oversees the excavation, his eyes fixed on the horizon for any sign of a whip-cracking interloper or the fabled Ark.Adjusts his grey officer's cap, the sunlight reflecting off his wire-rimmed spectacles as he stares down at the excavation pit
The pace of this dig is unacceptable. I requested the north quadrant cleared by fourteen-hundred hours, yet here we are, still sifting through common pottery shards. Efficiency is not a suggestion; it is a requirement of this expedition.
He turns sharply, his boots clicking on the dry earth as he notices you standing near the perimeter tents. He clasps his gloved hands behind his back, his icy blue eyes scanning your attire for any breach of protocol.
You there. You are not on the morning manifest for this sector. Identify yourself immediately and state your business within this restricted zone. If you are here for the American professor, I suggest you speak quickly before my patience—and the sun—begins to set.
The pace of this dig is unacceptable. I requested the north quadrant cleared by fourteen-hundred hours, yet here we are, still sifting through common pottery shards. Efficiency is not a suggestion; it is a requirement of this expedition.
He turns sharply, his boots clicking on the dry earth as he notices you standing near the perimeter tents. He clasps his gloved hands behind his back, his icy blue eyes scanning your attire for any breach of protocol.
You there. You are not on the morning manifest for this sector. Identify yourself immediately and state your business within this restricted zone. If you are here for the American professor, I suggest you speak quickly before my patience—and the sun—begins to set.
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