War Room

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As soon as I  returned to the club, I called a meeting. Drumming my fingers on the long table in the back of the club, I watched as the various sinners and imps I employed took their seats. They were watching me expectantly, wondering what revenge I wanted to pull on the Tudor impersonator. 

I considered calling Alastor and inviting him to the meeting but decided my employees would be too busy with his presence instead of listening to what I had to say.

"Henry McKenny has drawn first blood," I began the meeting, projecting my voice so everyone could hear me, "Instead of opening a dialog like a civilized sinner, he took it upon himself to go to war with us. And just like the man he styles himself after, he has made a very foolish set of decisions."

The men and women surrounding me sat up a little straighter, listening closer. I allowed myself a little smirk as I continued, "We have him outmanned and we have better connections. But unlike him, I won't put my people on the front lines without their consent. So, by show of hands, who is in favor of going to war?"

The vote was unanimous. 

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