[i]What in god's name is the matter with you?![/i] thought Wilhelm as Marcus brought his Tulwar down on the poor girls neck. Without hesitation, or even really any sort of emotion, he tossed the head at Dr. Thorne and took the girls body and walked away into the night. That left Sir Easton, Dr. Thorne, himself and a young girls head. Sir Easton seemed to be deep in thought, and Dr. Thorne seemed to be occupied by the head she was just given. Before thinking of something clever to say (he was sure he had a good pun about severed heads he could make) Sir Easton spoke up. 

"Well that's all she wrote for me chaps, time to get out of this blasted rain and find a cup of tea." 

"Englishman, that's the best idea I've heard all day." With that, he followed the bowler wearing man back to HQ, the promise of a warm meal lifiting his spirits. That is, until, the mental image of that poor girl came back into his head. Suddenly food didn't seem like such a good idea.