Major Kingston of the 1st RMP Regiment, 23rd Company looked oddly at the cat girl in front of him, tilting his red beret-clad hat, before shaking his head and muttering “I need to get more sleep, or coffee.”
He took out his papers, which included his orders, and his identification under Her Majesty’s Military Police. “Major Dennis Kingston of Her Majesty’s 1st Mediaman Royal Military Police Regiment, 23rd company. We have orders to reinforce the current military police presence in Italica.”
He gestured to the column of 4 land rovers that would be doing motorized patrols within the Italican walls, and 9 M54 trucks carrying the rest of the MP’s who would be conducting various tasks. “I have a company of 150 military policemen ready to keep the peace here, and hopefully take the load off from your plate.” He nods towards his orders “It says it on the paper, agreed upon by the whole Coalition and all that.”
He looks at the checkpoint and turns back to the inspecting girl as he said, “Long story short, miss, we’re your new co-workers. I’d rather not get off on the wrong foot and all of that.”