The Tower of New London

[bluntpencil2001]

"What do you mean 'you disguised a pillow as yourself!?'" fumed an angry chief of police at the top of his voice.

"Well, I would elaborate on the other details of my escape but the nature of my skills and training are on a top-secret, need-to-know-basis and you're not putting me in a mood in which I would indulge you with such classified information, my good man," replied a cheeky, apparently unrestrained Sir Andrew.

The high-ranked copper turned on his heel and stomped off, defeated by a smart-assed, so-called soldier. He couldn't prevent his escape and couldn't lock him back up afterwards on account of his recent pardoning for various offences, including, of course, the jail break.

The pardoning was for the part he played in a recent battle against Kusari forces, using his old gunboat against their agile fighters, scoring an admittedly rather dishonourable victory over their latest assault force.

The Admiralty, seeing his breaking of every rule in the book, had to admit that he had some knack for tactics and strategy, allowing the Queen to pardon him in spite of their general dislike of his manner.

They did veto further production of his new gunboat designs, however, on the grounds that it would cost too much, was unreliable and was 'damned unsporting, old chap'. Typical grumpy old bastards with bad facial hair, he thought, but no surprise there. Back to other crackpot plans.

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