Chapter 10: A Misfired Prelude

An hour has passed in South Britain. The general was writing in the pages of a book as the silence of the room engulfed her.

She could only hear the sounds of the tip of her fountain pen rubbing against the manila paper, the insects outside the room, and the ticking of her grandfather's clock.

As she wrote continuously, she started to feel the ticking of the clock become louder as she kept on writing.

She then started to recall vast memories, but then as it got more severe, she suddenly raised her head to the sound of someone opening the door.

Caught in the moment, Matilda slipped, "Sonia?"

Matilda took a second to get back up. She blinked her eye to see a soldier saluting her.

"Ma'am," he said before dropping his salute, "General d' Armee Camille Chevrolet of French Arctica wishes to discuss something with you immediately."

"Oh," Matilda took a while to realise, "Where's he now?"

"In the lobby, waiting. General Camille said it's very urgent and mustn't be announced in public." answere