[The Soldier has been watching and listening to the meeting from outside, because no way in hell is it going inside with all those people all crammed together. That's a recipe for a knife outbreak, right there.

But the Soldier does like Javert's idea. And when the inspector is leaving, it's waiting outside in a military-style parade rest, lantern at its feet, metal arm reflecting a little in the light.

Without preamble, it reports,]

I can teach. Hand to hand, knives, knife throwing, guns. How to fall, how to block, how to dodge. Just tell me when.