Your mother has already spoken to him and he is expecting you. She also packed what little we’re allowing you to take. We’re driving you out there...tomorrow morning at 11:00 am. I expect your ass up and dressed by then. Now get your ass to bed, Darcy.”“But Dad…”“No... Bed, NOW!”I don’t bother to fight him, I know I've lost the battle. I head upstairs and strip out of my clothes. I see my suitcase packed and by the door. I can’t believe this is happening. I can hear my mum crying down in her. “What do we do?!?” Brody yelled.“We take what we want and shit out the rest!” Leo responded, driving his tired arms into the bag. He would not break. He would show this whole chicken-shit outfit what he was made of.“Who are we?!?” Brody yelled again.“Reapers!” Leo growled, slamming his fist against the bag again and again.“Who are we better than?!” Brody screamed.“EVERYONE!” Leo screamed right back, his arms beginning to be more of a blur. They’d been at this for hours, but he wouldn’t stop. He. “They have moved into a defensive formation around the Destroyer we suspect has the former Blademaster Tanell in it,” Bladesman Jikki stated, irritating Vicklon in pointing out the obvious and letting the bridge crew know he’d miscalculated.“Chances of a successful attack?” he asked.“Poor. That’s a Battlecruiser, it outguns practically the entire flotilla, plus the Empire will be sending reinforcements ... they always do when involved in a situation with us.”“I suspect you underestimate the. I have even money that says the dead were reported killed by, a) A dragon, b) A witch, or c) English invaders. I vote for the dragon."Where were we?" Wendy asked."Let's go to the library," I suggested.Hazebrouck didn't have much of a library. But, they did have an amateur historian."What are you trying to find?" Jeffery Count Landon was a Brit ex-pat. And he was OLD ... really, really, really old. A prisoner of war taken in July,5th 1830 during the Battle for Algiers ... as he couldn't give a.