The lieutenant harrumphed. "I don't suppose you could be more specific about the kind of incendiary? Hell's bells, I give you an assignment to check out a ship, and you burn it down." He held off from making further disparaging remarks so he could examine the handkerchief that Melanie had given to him.
Instantly, his scorn turned into a snarl of hatred, but thankfully, not one directed at them. He squeezed it tight in his fist and walked over to the captain of the ship, slapping him hard. "You bastard. You've been working for the Iron Feathers Syndicate?"
"The who?" The distraught captain stammered.
Lieutenant Parnassus shoved the handkerchief in his face. "My people found this on your ship. You see that emblem of a metal feather? That's the Iron Feathers symbol! What were you hauling for them?!"
"That was part of our agreement, no questions asked." The captain hastily explained. "But...but your Patrol officers said they found gnomish blasting powder in the hold."
"You sorry sack of...!" The lieutenant swore. Growling, he snapped his fingers to the two officers who had come along with him. "Get this sorry excuse of a captain out of my sight, and to a holding cell. His only surviving crewman, too."
"But my chest!"
"Is now Gatekeeper property, and evidence in an ongoing investigation." Parnassus cut him off, and the man was dragged off crying foul.
The lieutenant took a few moments to compose himself, then looked to the five rookie officers. "Well. You five don't believe in half-assing anything, do you? If that bastard was smuggling blasting powder, there's no telling what else might have gotten in already. And we had our hands full enough with the Iron Feathers before this."