The Tower of New London

[Unseelie]

Windsor came back, again and again, month after month...The old man was aging, and it was beginning to show, every time he walked though the guard station, up the stairs, past Stuart's prison gate...

They both sat down to play chess, now more a code than a game...
"My niece is in medical more than in a Templar, these days, Andrew...we're all slipping...The Pendragon's not rebuilt, and the moral is breaking down...I don't know what to do about the front lines..Stuart, son...I'm getting past the breaking point here...and I dont know what else to do..." He was nearly crying now, his eyes sparkling.
"When did I become the confessional?"
"I, I don't know...you're authorized..nobody else I trust has the clearance...We stole a chimera. Its worse than we thought...that thing...the new line of them...They're little monsters, Stuart. We tell the flight crews that the Templars are even matches, but the truth is...well, that damn bird...Fightercraft have been the key to this war, and theirs is better...far and away the best ship I've ever laid eyes on."

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