The Crossroads

[Rubber_Duck]

A half-darkened office, aboard the Battleship Grimsby.

Commodore Finlay O'Dukes was putting the last pieces of paper aside, some classified documents that had to be signed. He glances at the clock shortly, mumbling to himself: "Pretty much time to leave, it's Clay's great day."
So he went to his chamber, taking on the gala dress including the blank silver sabre. It was the first time he weares it since the meeting on her majesty's royal liner.
O'Dukes quickly went to the hangar bay, where as scheduled, his Paladin fighter was already awaiting him.
He quickly flew to Cambridge, nothing unusual happening during the flight.

Once his fighter was set upon the landing platform, he moved to the ceremoy room, it was pretty nice decorated. Clay came up to Finlay, shortly greeting and offering him a glass of water, as to all other guests.

"Hm, he seems to be a little bit stressed" he thought to himself and chuckled. "I will have a few words with him later on." He glances at the glass of water in his hands. "Water" he mumbled. "Water. I hope I can get some dublin whisky here later..."

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