Don't Shoot The Messenger

Who: Amber, Messenger, General
Where: New France
When: After the rest of the crew have gone over the river
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General Napoleon Bogarde thought about it for a moment longer. "In
fact, give the job to a new recruit, then we can blame their error if
it ever comes to blaming me."
"Qui monsieur." The messenger bobbed his head and disappeared.
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Amber sat in the waiting area of the posh office, waiting to see
General Bogarde. She looked at the clock again, she had been waiting
for hours. Actual real hours, not it seeming like hours. She leaned
back in the plush velvet chair and put her feet up on the mahogany
table in front of her, small clods of mud falling off her boots and
dropping onto the clean table. She tilted her head back and stared at
the ceiling, thinking how much Seymour would hate what she was doing
right now, she smirked quietly and was shot a dirty look by the
secretary. Amber just glared back and shook more mud onto the table.
Eventually the intercom crackled into life and a barely understandable
garbled french voice came out of the speakers.
"The General will see you now." Said the secretary, giving Amber a
look that would have made even stain boy feel bad. Amber didn't care,
she had seen worse in deck 13. She stood up and marched over to the
doors shielding Bogarde off from the rest off the building. She gave
them a shove and walked in.
"General Bogarde, Sir. you wanted to see me." Amber said snapping off
a salute, the voice translator working perfectly. She stood at
attention and looked at the General, a weary looking man who looked
like he'd seen better days. She had to fight off a sick smile as she
noticed the plate of snail shells on his table.
"At ease recruit. I'll get straight to 'de point Madame." He said, no
trace of a smile on his lips. Amber marked him on his observance, he'd
noticed her wedding ring. "You can fly correct?" He said, and again
Amber marked him for his observance, she was still wearing her wings.
"Sir, yes Sir" Amber said, keeping it to the point and fighting a
grimace as the man picked up a snail and ate it with a disgusting
slurping noise that was worse than one in the BBC sound effects
archive.
"I want you to fly one of the new Eurobombers." The General stood up
and walked to a chart on the wall. He pulled a cord and a map dropped
down from the ceiling. "You will fly it over 'dis area here." He
indicated a small area of land, a town just south of new Paris and
Amber got a sinking feeling in her stomach. "You will drop 'de
ammunition and make sure there are no survivors. We must control this
infernal bird disease in any was we can Oui?" The General smiled and
waved Amber out of the room.
<To Be Continued>