The World Of Steam

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A man in a black gas mask and a matching long trench coat swiftly walked down a brightly lit, narrow corridor, his coat trailing after him like a cape. His large black boots trod heavily onto the floor with each step, emitting a dull, continuous beat. There was no time to waste with news like this. Swiftness was of the utmost importance. With a possible world war weighing down on their shoulders and the kingdom quickly turning into a republic, they had to think fast and act even faster. It may have been their only chance to execute their master plan and finally bring it all to an end. Victory had to be firmly secured, ensuring that they could not take it away from them. Their enemy was sneaky, resourceful, and brutal, so they had to pull out all the stops to finally end it once and for all. All of their struggles for their ultimate goal will not have been in vain. The war had to end their way and their way only. A republic would spell unending chaos. The United Kingdom would be divided and would pull them back into the Dark Ages. The power could not be given to the people, they would not know what to do with it, and the power of their enemy would plunge them into an eternal darkness from which they would never recover. Reaching his destination, the man stopped at the single door and knocked on it.

"Enter." Echoed the voice from inside. The man opened it and stepped inside the office, closed the door behind himself. Another man in an almost identical uniform turned around from the floor to ceiling, wall to wall window that he was staring out of and looked at the visitor. "What is it?" He asked.

"We have spotted a man that holds something."

"And that is?"

"We do not know. It could be a biological weapon of some sort, a chemical that could potentially wipe out millions, but we are guessing that it is dangerous. By my guess, if that whatever it is gets out, it could potentially prolong the gas and make it even deadlier. This country would not stand a chance."

The man quickly shrugged, as though the threat was just a fictional stain that he could wipe off his shoulder. "And what if it isn't? What if we are wasting our time? What if we are just chasing after one hooligan? Have you forgotten about the council? With everything that is going on, we need to strike immediately. This minor civil war is the perfect excuse for him to escalate it into something much worse. Even this conversation is bringing us closer to disaster. Forget about the civil war, we have much bigger fish to fry, do you understand that?"

"Yes, of course. But perhaps it is best just to make sure. We might even be unintentionally preventing a disaster. The civil war may be going nowhere, but maybe we can find a way to stem the madness before it escalates into something worse. We might just be able to grab that chance to stop the council once and for all."

"Hmph. I want him captured and brought to me. Alive, if you can manage that, please."

The man nodded and turned around, opening the door. He closed it behind himself and walked back down the corridor, ready to gather up the troops.