Over the wall

"Over the wall boys!" you call to your squad.

Smoothly, without any wasted talking or motion, three pairs of men turn to the two alleys and covering the street you came down. The other four hoplites pull grappling hooks from their equipment and in less than a minute all four have climbed to the top of the ten-foot wall. Two of the four men let the ropes down the other side and climb down into the garden. The other two are knocking loose the iron spikes to make it easier for the rest of the squad. You are the fifth man up the wall, as more of the squad follow you up and over you survey the garden below.

A gardener has already surrendered to the first men, and you see a pretty **** girl running into the house. In the center of the garden there is a wading pool and on a terrace by the pool you see a noble woman standing protectively in front of two teens. A slender boy around sixteen or seventeen years of age is holding a gladius in his hand and is trying to get between his mother and your men. The older teen is clearly the woman's daughter.

Both the girl and her dame are striking women, the mother looks to be in her mid-thirties and the daughter is in her late teens or early twenties. They stand nervously waiting to see their fate, while the boy blusters and swings the gladius wildly at your men as they surround the trio. All three members of the family have slim athletic builds and tanned faces framed by brown curly hair.

"We've found paradise!" yells one of the advance men. "There is even something here for Marcus." The other men laughed - Marcus' taste in young men was well known in your squad.

"Enough of that!" You order the men. "We don't have time to play now. We can come back later."

You sense your men are on the edge of mutiny.