So what? The couch and the filing cabinet are part of a simple moving project? Tanks resists the urge to groan, choosing instead to stare in the speaking man's direction. "Don't you people know that's a clear safety hazard?" he gives, exasperation in his voice. "Larry."

"Yes, sir?"

Tanks gestures toward the direction of the rotunda's entryway. "Grab Johannson and get that shit cleared off the stairway." Do these men a damn favor or something. As if inspired by that thought, he glances over at Washington. "You three stay here. Last thing I need is you getting in my men's way for helping you out."

"...Seriously, sir?" Larry sounds like he'd rather throw himself into the Tidal Bay instead.

"Larry." The name is given in warning.

Sighing, the knight steps toward the rotunda.