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the guts.  The man began to retch but Kelly picked him up and slammed his head into the table again, ‘so help me god if you don’t answer my bloody question I am going to wring your scrawny neck like a chicken.’
    ‘Bloody hell,’ the man gasped, ‘Liddell, me names Liddell for god’s sake.’
    ‘Irish eh, black bog Irish I’ll bet.’
    ‘OH god!’
    Kelly let him go and snapped his head round to the next man, ‘what the hell’s your name boy?’
    ‘Asher sir.’  The man was trembling as were all of the remainder of the group.
    ‘First name?’
    ‘Joe, Joe Asher sir.’
    ‘American huh.’
    ‘Milwaukee.’
    ‘Any English folk here?’  A very beautiful and cultured voice asked.
    She was by far the best looking woman Kelly had ever seen in his life, he grinned, ‘what's your name kitten?’
    She looked away as if trying to ignore him but Kelly was one of those people you just didn’t ignore.  Her eyes swung back.  ‘Lady Jane Montgomery Royce.’
    ‘A real lady huh?’
    ‘I most certainly am.’  She stuck her nose in the air in an autocratic manner that left him speechless.
    Just then the doctor appeared, ‘what the hell do you think you are doing man?  I was told you were trying to kill someone.’  She saw the injured man and rushed over, ‘these people are suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, they need peace and quiet, not a mad man yelling at them.’
    ‘Bollocks, they need a good kick up the arse is all.  I've seen this; whatever the hell you call it many times Doc, I know what I am doing.’
    ‘Really!’
    ‘Yup, you ever seen it before?’
    ‘Ah no actually!’
    ‘We called it shellshock, hell I've suffered from it a time or two myself.  A good hard kicking always sorts it out.’
    She stood straight with her hands on her hips staring him right in the eyes, ‘you don’t say!  Well it doesn’t seem to be working very well does it now sergeant.’
    ‘Worked on me,’ growled the Irishman touching the inside of his mouth with his tongue.
    Amanda jumped a little in surprise, ‘oh!’  Suddenly she noticed all of them were watching her carefully their eyes alert.
    ‘Excuse me dear, is that a British accent?’  Asked one of the women.
    ‘Uh, yes it is, Scottish.’
    ‘How nice,’ she smiled, ‘could you possibly fetch me a cup of tea dear?’
    Amanda was shocked for a moment, ‘it’s not what I do here.’
    ‘Really, you're not a maid, how strange.  Never mind what is it you do?’
    Amanda turned to face the woman, ‘I am a doctor, a surgeon.’
    The woman looked shock, ‘you jest surely?’
    Amanda found herself getting annoyed, ‘no I don’t jest.’  She turned her attention back to Kelly, ‘actually you seem to be doing quite a good job here sergeant, why don’t I just leave you to it.’
    Kelly grinned, ‘sure thing Doc.’
    One of the men began asking questions in a strange accent while one of the women began asking questions in French.  ‘What are they saying?’  Amanda asked.
    The Sarge shrugged, ‘hell if I know.’
    Lady Jane said something in fluent French and sent a scathing look at the pair of them, ‘she wants to know where her family is?’
    Amanda turned her attention back to Kelly, ‘give me five minutes will you sergeant, I will go fetch some translators.’
    ‘Sure thing Doc,’ as she left he turned his attention back to the French woman, ‘tell her we have no idea.  If they were with her at the time there is a chance they may be here somewhere in one of those sleeping pods.’ 
    ‘Cup of tea sounds right nice about now,’ mused the Irish man.
    Kelly sighed, ‘follow me then.’  They watched as he went to a bright hole in the wall.  ‘Coffee sweet and black please.’
    He stuck his hand in the hole and it came away with a steaming hot cup of coffee.  ‘You seen how it’s done, go help yourself.’
    Lady Jane tried next, ‘tea please, earl grey, one lump of sugar and a dash of milk please.’
    She was