Bitt and his squad mates wind up visiting somewhere no one wants to go.
Chris
   
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    When Bitt arrived for formation one morning TribuneVitellius was waiting 
there.    “We’re headed to Mozta,” the Tribuneexplained.    That got a groan 
and several curses from theentire Contubernium.    “The garum factory?” Bitt 
asked nervously.    The oryx nodded in answer. “We have gottenword that 
something happened there.”    Bitt stopped for a moment. Then he turnedaway 
from the group. “Wait!” Bitt said as he ran away. “I’ll be back.”    “What?” 
Vinius shouted. “You forgetsomething?”    “I’m not going back there unarmed,” 
the foxsaid and passed from sight.    “What does that mean?” Vinius asked.    
“We’ll find out in a moment,” Tossiusshrugged.    The fox came back a moment 
and fell into hisassigned spot in the formation.    Vinius didn’t speak but 
looked at the fox.    Bitt reached into a pouch dangling from hisbelt and 
produced two bars of soap and a small vial. “The strongest I couldafford.” He 
handed the vial to the decanus.    The hound removed the stopper from the 
vialand took a careful sniff. His nose was assaulted by a really strong, 
sweetsmell. “This is the type of crap even a cheap, street whore wouldn’t 
wear.”    “Anything is better than the stench there,”the fox countered as he 
took back the vial. It was safely tucked back into thepouch.  *************     
The march from the fortress was made at afast pace.    They reached the 
junction where a side roadsplit off and headed to the garum factory. There they 
met a very nervousteamster. The goat had a large wagon pulled by two, feral 
horses. The goat wasvisibly shaken and nervous. He pointed down the side road. 
“Down there. They’reall gone and the place is burning.” With that done the goat 
got onto his wagonand fled.    “Let him go,” the tribune ordered. “He willnot 
be of any further help.”    Bitt could smell it long before theyactually 
reached it. The legionnaires had been descending the road down towardsthe 
shore. Unlike the last time the smell that came to them was not of rottingfish. 
It was smoke. It spurred them to move faster but not too fast. The closerthey 
got the more cautious they became. Swords were drawn and everyone stayedalert.  
  The gate leading into the complex was open.There was no sign of the guard 
with the spear who had been there previously.There was no sign of anyone.    
Vinius used the point of one of his pilum togently push open the gate. They 
were all wary of an ambush.    At first nothing looked different. The 
tankscarved in the stone looked the same and nothing seemed out of place. Then 
henoticed that no one was there. Neither living nor dead. They were gone. A 
fewwooden tools lay scattered about as if dropped in haste. Bitt noticed 
thatthere was no real damage. Nothing smashed or torn down. And no bodies 
scatteredabout. The smell of the garum was still there but down to a tolerable 
level.The one overwhelming smell was of smoke.    “We missed all the 
excitement,” Decebaluscommented. “Whatever happened was over long before we got 
here.”    “Stay alert,” Vinius ordered.    “Look for any survivors or evidence 
of whathappened,” the Tribune added.    “Break into pairs,” the decanus 
ordered.“Start searching but stay close.”    “If everything here is stone,” 
Sabinusasked. “Where is the smoke coming from?”    The tribune pointed up. 
Above them was themansio from which smoke was billowing.    “Lots of wood up 
there,” Tossius commented.    “Not for long,” the jackal added.    “VINIUS! 
TRIBUNE! HERE! NOW!” Bitt orderedat the top of his voice.    They turned and 
saw Bitt and several othersstanding next to one of the tanks. The decanus 
muttered several curses in anequal number of languages. He raced towards the 
tanks at a dead run. Thetribune followed close behind.    “What?” Vinius asked 
as he came up them.    Bitt had his head down, his nose covered witha cloth and 
with his back to the tank. He didn’t speak but just pointed overhis shoulder 
into the tank.    The tribune took a deep breath and peeredinto the tank. 
There, floating face down amidst the foul goo was a body.    “Fish him out of 
there Bitt,” Viniusordered.    “Why do I have to do it?” The fox asked.    
“Cause you are the lowest ranking personhere,” the decanus ordered.    “Good 
thing you brought that soap,” thehyena commented.    Bitt leaned over the side 
and was hit hardby the stench. He stumbled backward a few steps.    “He’ll need 
it.” Tossius added.     The fox looked around and saw what heneeded. Nearby was 
a long wooden pole with a hook on the end. Next to it was alarge piece of gray 
cloth that was reasonably clean and didn’t smell. He tookoff his armor and the 
tunic under it. Leaving him in just his loin cloth. Bitttook his scarf and 
soaked it with a large dose of the perfume. Then he tied itover his nose.    
Bitt used the long pole to try and fish thecorpse out. It took several tries 
before he got the hook snagged under an arm.He pulled it toward him and 
succeeded and draping the head and arms over theside of the tank.    The fox 
turned the body over “It’s thesupervisor Gallio.”    “Not a big surprise,” the 
tribune commented.    Bitt wrapped the cloth around the arms andthen grabbed 
hold. The body didn’t move. “Someone grab the other arm.”    No one moved or 
spoke.    “GRAB AN ARM!” Bitt ordered. “The longer youwait the longer we’ll 
have to be in the smell.”    Reluctantly Tossius came forward andgingerly took 
hold of one arm.    The two pulled and the body came free of thenoxious liquid 
with a loud slurp. It was lowered to the ground with a degree ofrespect.    The 
tribune leaned close to the body. “Hisskull has been smashed in on one side.”   
 “At least he didn’t drown in the stuff,”Tossius commented.    “That’s a 
blessing,” Someone muttered.    “Leave two here on guard,” the tribuneordered. 
“We’ll go up to the mansion and see what’s left there.”    “Kegan and Sabinus 
stay here on guard,”Vinius ordered. “The rest follow us.”    The group made its 
way slowly up the stepsbeing wary of any potential ambush. But things at the 
top were quiet. The onlymovement was the smoke coming from the windows and 
doors.    “We cannot go in there till the fire burnsitself out,” the tribune 
commented out loud.    “What happened here?” Eteiwi asked.    “I think one of 
the slaves snapped.” Bittanswered. “And killed the foreman. The rest thinking 
they would be blamed,panicked, took what they could carry and fled.”    The 
tribune nodded in agreement. “And theguards?”    “They were probably then ones 
who set fireto the mansion,” the fox answered.    Rolozius shook his head. “No 
loyalty?”    “Why should those mercenaries care show anyloyalty,”    “I doubt 
Gavrus treated them any better thanhe did his slaves,” the fox commented.    
“What makes you think it wasn’t raiders?”the tribune asked.    “If it was 
raiders there’d be more deadscattered about,” the fox responded. “At least one 
or two of the guards andseveral of the slaves. And if raiders were after the 
garum why attack here?There’s literally nothing worth stealing. And what raider 
would voluntarily getnear this awful stench.”    “Where is the owner?” Vinius 
asked andpointed to the flames. “Could he be in there?”    The tribune shook 
his head. “I doubt it. Heusually stays back in the city and let Gallio run it.” 
   “Servants?” Bitt asked.    “He always brought his own when he cameout,” the 
tribune answered.  *******************     They were there for only the 
day;thankfully. The tribune sent word back to the fortress. A priest arrived 
awhile later with a cart. The feline collected Gallio’s body and took it 
awayfor proper burial.    The mansion burned for most of the day.Poking through 
the smoking ruins later wasn’t much good. But it did show thatno one was in it 
when it burned down. Maybe.    “We’re going to spend the next few dayslooking 
for escaped slaves,” Vinius commented.    “I’m not here to chase slaves,” Bitt 
said ina calm, clear tone.    “Do as your told Bitt,” his decanus ordered.    
Bitt glared at the decanus but didn’t speak.    The next two days were spent is 
patrollingthe countryside looking for slaves. No one showed any real enthusiasm 
for thetask and they just went through the motions. That suited Bitt fine. 
Hissympathies were with the now escaped slaves.  **************** 
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