Firstly, mods, please deal with this in any way you deem appropriate. The passage below is loaded with my thoughts on the current situation and I wish not to disrespect my fellow Fraters.

I wrote this late night in a moment of frustration, of anger, at things going on the the world at this time.

For context, for those who have not followed my stories, the sound of a grenade launcher cocking comes from his Corporal, Łaska.

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"Who the Hell do you think you are to come here, to come to the hall of the people and tell me I do not act in our people's best interests?"
 

"I don't speak for your people. I speak for them," Michal looked to his right at the poor, chained bastards who had been picked up for loitering, sheltering with no home, veterans who had been kicked to the curb after their service. He cocked his pistol. "These are your people. You serve only those who speak in your ears loudly enough to hear. Now, look at them. Can you hear me?" 

"Guards, get this man out of here. I've had enough of this."
 

The sound of the 280th's rifle bolts being cocked stopped the guards mid-step.
 

"I think it's time for you to reconsider," Michal didn't look at him as he spoke.
 

"No. I was chosen by the people. This is mutiny! I have authority here. And what? Who are you to come to my chamber with this? Leave. Now."
 

"It's not me you have to worry about."
 

Behind him came the sound of a rotary launcher being racked and readied.