The hardest part of planning a war is feeding the army.
Irons, in a fit of frustration, swept an arm across the smattering of maps on the makeshift desk. A paperweight flew across the room, slamming harshly against the side of the canvas tent.
After a brief moment of satisfaction, guilt settled heavily in Irons' gut. Fits of anger were no use to anyone.
"It's okay, Irons," Major General Wright said sympathetically. "We're all just as frustrated."
Feeding the International Confederate Army was a nightmare. The confederation had the monopoly on traditional resources. Cattle farmers, locomotives, and steam-powered dirigibles were abundant in their availability. The cattle themselves were the problem.
"Three-thousand fried and left to rot in the fields," General Irons said, throat closing tightly in disgust. "That's just the state of Austin, and you know how they are about their cattle."
Irons' clenched a fist tightly around the nitrogun at the general's waist. The rage that pounded against Iron's breastbone would only be settled by knowledge of sincere justice.
"We'll quell this rebellion," General Irons vowed, "and end this tyranny."
Even with righteous anger burning in the general's gut, somehow the well-rehearsed words tasted false on Iron's tongue.
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