"That would be you pointing fingers at Blackwell then, not me," Greeves said. "But I checked their working, and they got it right. And they managed to do so without being cocks about it."
"You hide quite strongly behind the protective mantle of your master," the Colonel said, raising his eyebrows. "Do you not see my men bristling? They might hold quills now, but it is swords and spears that they are most comfortable with. They are, at the end of the day, Blackthorn men."
"That might be why you're fuckin' struggling then," Greeves said. "You need a team of a hundred to do what one man can easily do. For the bloody logistics corps that sounds like a crying waste in efficiency. And look at this – twenty minutes it's taken you to rattle through just an absolute dog's bollocks in terms of numbers. Yer questioning me on everything – fucking… I don't need to answer that shit. I'll give you your numbers, then you can piss off and check the grain yourself, and see who's right."
