“So?” The chief asked. “How did it go?”

  “Ellis was prepared.” Ghostflake replied. “Negotiations are now completely off the table. She is not going to back down that easily, we have to prepare for war. We need all the men that we can muster and all the weapons that we can find. I’m afraid to say it, but violence is all they know. We have to fight fire with fire.”

  The chief sighed sadly, knowing that there was no other choice in the matter. Trying to think of other negotiations was just a waste of time and energy. From this moment forth, there was no kind talking. Brutalism was their best option. “I feared as much. So be it. Both of you, do what you can, but I want Pulvis brought down. I don’t care how unethical either of your methods are. Ghostflake, I am putting you in charge of the agents. Do what you want. You can cut her head off for all I care. Miss Cantankerous, I am placing you as second in command. Offer any advice that you can, I know how well you two work together. If Ellis wants a war, then we shall give her one. Operation Sandman is a go. Strike at zero hour.”

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