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  No, Tredd looks furious.  The man has always had a fire burning in him like an inferno, but never before has it been so uncontained.  He might have been mistaken for the Infernian while blazing down the halls.  âTheyâre dead!â He was so close to Titusâ face that the captain could feel his breath, âDead.  A routine mission, routine!â
  Titus places a hand on his glaiveâs shoulder and eases him back. He just got the word too, is still working through the crescendo of emotions that always accompanies losing a member of his unit, his family.  Axis and Sonitus were particularly loyal, their deaths were unexpected and will not be easily forgotten.
  He recalls having them both in this very room with Tredd only yesterday.  Axis silent but with eyes that were sharp and haunted.  Sonitus with a half grin that could cut like a knife.  Theyâd been his boys, his soldiers.  âWeâre still waiting on the details--â
  Treddâs fist hits the wall hard enough that the plaster cracks.  A crownsguard is quickly in the room, weapon drawn, but Titus waves them away.  Once the door is closed again Titus turns and walks to the desk against the wall, filling two glasses with a liberal amount of brandy.  He hands one to Tredd and motions him to the chair across from his desk.  âSit.â
  Things are silent for a moment, Titus sipping at the harsh liquid.  Tredd has already thrown his back, probably eager for the warm numbness a few more glasses will provide.  Titus pours him another, then fills his own glass up again.  Itâs nearly five minutes before he speaks, âLucis will pay for this.â
  Thatâs something that gets Treddâs attention, and he nearly slams his glass down against Titusâ desk.  âTell me what to do, who to kill.  Iâll take down any fucker who gets in the way.  Make them suffer.â Â
  His passion is infectious, and Titus feels the bloodlust rising in his chest.  He nods.  âFor our hearth,â the captan responds, holding up his glass.Â
  Tredd clinks his own against it.  âAnd our home. Letâs fuck up some Lucians.â