Verres stumbled back with his men when they realized the doors would not be opening. He was wounded in the arm and pissed as hell at the realization. It was hopeless. The military leaders of the west had taken over the government here and were bent on attacking all who stood in the way.

There was still some hope. The disaffected mob of Rome was a force to be recognized yet. Verres called over his urchen friend Marcus. Marcus was well connected to children through all the wards, and served as the fastest way to spread the word. For a price, usually around 100D for him and his friends.

"Marcus, I'm giving you 200D to get as many people down here as possible. Tell them that Consul Flaccus is forcing the senate to declare himself Dictator. He is going to take over the government and use all public entertainment and grain funds to attack the war hero Cornelius Pola or the Parthians. Tell them to come here and we will fight against the nobility for what is ours, and maybe do a little looting too. Now GO GO!"

Verres walked back to his mob of supporters and shouted "HOLD your ground men! There is hope left. We cannot get in so we will wait until they have to get out, and when they do, we will show them what happens when you try to take the government from the people!"

"Calenus! I am going to block off the main exit out of here. Flank them. They are not allowing the order of law to live any longer. We have slipped into the world of anarchy! Come on we have to set things straight!"


Verres forms all his supporters around him in a closed unit ready to block off people coming from the temple, or attack them if they try to get away. He promises 800D to his men if they fight well. Hopefully Marcus can cause some trouble.