New Scotland Yard

[Nevermore]

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From: Constable Samuel Vimes
To: New Scotland Yard, BPA HQ
Subject: Patrol report: Mollies and Outcasts in London

Good day gentlemen,

I'm sorry to report the suboptimal outcome of our last patrol, with constable Cooper. We both are currently recovering from minor injuries at the New London Royal Hospital.

We started our patrol in New London and detected two Molly entities, a Sabre and a Slipstream, on our scanners, which were heading to Cambridge. We quickly followed them, and found them near Planet Cambridge, where they were sitting in space. At this time, they didn't show any hostile behaviour and complied to our request to retreat to Dublin. We escorted them to the Dublin jumpgate in New London and continued our routine.

Well, one would think that those Mollies got finally reasonable... But we were mistaken. A couple of minutes later, both Mollies were showing up again in front of Planet London. This time they had support from an Outcast bomber. They quickly engaged us and nearby citizens, so we had to defend ourselves. We were giving them a hard fight, until suddenly Cooper's ship got vaporized by his own mine. An error in the tracking system, I assume. Luckily, I was able to tractor his pod.

With this disadvantage in numbers as well as in guns, I decided to retreat to the nearby battleship HMS Suffolk. The two Mollies followed me into its range and one fell again under the fire of HMS.



The other Molly however, seemed to have hacked his IFF somehow, that the Suffolk didn't treated him as hostile. I tried to to fend him off anyway, but failed.
Our pods were recovered by the Suffolk and were shipped to Planet London.

We will return to our duties as soon as possible.

Constable Vimes out.


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But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
<blockquote>Then the bird said, &quot;Nevermore.&quot;</blockquote>
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