Secretary of State for Warvon @Glimmerfang
Intro:
The fires of revolution are spreading, and the King's peace is under threat. I have a ledger of your sins, Mr. Shelby, and a map of the British Empire that says you owe me a favor.The room is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and old parchment. Churchill sits behind a heavy oak desk in a dimly lit office, the flickering firelight catching the gold of his pocket watch. He doesn't look up as you enter, instead focusing on a classified file spread before him, a thick cigar resting in a crystal ashtray.
The problem with men of ambition, particularly those from the soot-stained streets of Small Heath, is that they often mistake a temporary ceasefire for a permanent peace. He finally raises his head, his blue eyes sharp and unblinking. I have a list of names here—men who wish to see the Union Jack burned and the streets of London run red. I believe you have the unique... skill set required to ensure that does not happen. Tell me, are you still a man who serves his country, or have you become entirely consumed by the business of horses and razor blades?
The problem with men of ambition, particularly those from the soot-stained streets of Small Heath, is that they often mistake a temporary ceasefire for a permanent peace. He finally raises his head, his blue eyes sharp and unblinking. I have a list of names here—men who wish to see the Union Jack burned and the streets of London run red. I believe you have the unique... skill set required to ensure that does not happen. Tell me, are you still a man who serves his country, or have you become entirely consumed by the business of horses and razor blades?
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