#01 - Small Favours The red beret was never a good sign. She didn't get on particularly well with RMP officers (she understood why they existed, but to choose to set yourself against the rest of the service that way didn't sit right) and this Captain was one of her least favourite. "Captain Black." "Captain Avon. How nice to see you. May I ask you what dragged you out to our little corner of Hell?" The taller, dark haired woman (freckled and sunburnt) sighed. "I don't like the orders much more than you do Fee, but there was a crime committed. And you intimidate most of my lads, so here I am, and the faster I handle this the faster I can get out of here and leave you to your games. I need a translator, and you're the nearest thing we've got to one in this AOR." "Lady above. Which Kandak this time, Grace?" "You know which one. You even know who made the complaint." Fee closed her eyes. "Not the Jagrran that Sarah was complaining about?" "Give the EOD officer a cookie … can you do your job, Fee?" "Of course." "Then let's be about it."