Madness in a Cadenza

[Thunderer]

The right engine was burning. The control board was ablaze. The Challenger was screaming in agony. Two cruiser missiles were tailing it like wolves a wounded animal. It was a question if it would explode on its own before it was hit. The ship's left engine broke off, shifting it out of balance and making it spiral down out of control. The missiles went past it. An escape pod ejected, and its parachute worked.

It fell down in the centre of a wide bomb crater. Its lid opened, and a slightly dazed man got out. It was Commander Seeley French, and he got shot down again. He was somewhere in the wastelands of Planet Leeds.

He was aware that he didn't have any evidence for a search warrant of Hall's computer, and he couldn't afford waiting for another opportunity to enter the office, this time with a flash memory. Reporting Hall would only give him a good reason to demote him, French thought. For the life of Fleet Admiral Michelle O'Brien and for the sake of Bretonia, he decided to inquire himself.

"Smugglers get past it daily me arse...", he mumbled while yanking a piece of his trousers that got stuck, and vented his stress by kicking the pod. Sighing and shaking his head, he turned around.

His gaze collided with the imposing glare of four rifles staring directly at him from the edge of the crater, each ready to erupt out pure cruelty.

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