The " Cheap Freedom " Bar

[Omi]

The Général made a disparaging noise, brandishing her cigar dismissively.
"Things are inadequate, Cornett. I would feel much better were I not almost constantly surrounded by incompetence."

As if she had been waiting for this very moment, Lucie suddenly produced a diagram from one of her uniform's pockets, pushing it across the table towards Maurice. It was a schematic of a Cougar-class bomber, albeit with some crude modifications, which had apparently been made with a standard HB pencil and a total lack of artistic ability.

"Take this, for example!" she exclaimed, jabbing at the offending area, where the cargo hold had been scribbled out and a note saying "expand torpedo bay" had been added. "The engineers tell me it cannot be done. No more than seventy torpedoes per Cougar, they say. Something about 'technical limitations' and 'safety regulations'."

She frowned at the paper as if it were a personal insult to her, before turning her full attention to Maurice once again.

"I ask you, Cornett, what exactly am I going to use the cargo bay for while I am busy strafing Libertonian dreadnoughts? Nothing!" she barked, banging the table for emphasis. "Useless, the lot of them. I am a Général of the King's Royal Navy, and I want more torpedoes."

Lucie leaned back in her chair, taking another drag on her cigar as she did so.

"Although, other than that, Cornett, I suppose I am fine."

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