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I leave Paris and Carrell gets himself arrested in a duel? Not that I'd have made for an ideal second, by any means, but I'd have gone to see the man at least. Seems like while he's in, the least that I can do is brighten up his day a little, rouse some rabble if I can.

I've got David Landeau and his amazing eye for imagery along, and like we managed when the ladies marched, I think we have a decent chance at some great shots to go with some okay words and see what we come up with in terms of something that'll sell. If Carrell can't print and Brian won't, despite the threatening messages he sent when he figured out I was in the air over Paris, then someone with the AP probably will...

We're on our way towards the mining operation itself , hoping to find something to help support both what's going on with the crowd and Mlle. Moore and hopefully find out how we can help them fix what's going on...

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Hector grins at him brightly. "You must be feeling very off balance after my men took you in here. We found you and possibly someone else sneaking around restricted territory. So - better to quietly talk it over, right?"

He gestures and Damian flinches. It's hard to say if he's flinching because of the movement or because it's Hector. "He didn't say anything about sabotage or anything like that," Damian says. "He said he had no idea why he was kidnapped."

"Kidnapped?" Hector tilts his head. "Simply nonviolently taken down and brought in. You should be careful, journalist. Do you have permits to work here?" He leans in closer, and - well, probably doesn't like that he's not taller than Enjolras. "Don't want to have you stumble into a wall or something like that, do we?"