MacLeod's tablet chimed with incoming data. "Sir, we're receiving communication requests from remaining American leadership. They're asking about our... protection arrangements."
Too late for regret.
"Tell them our alliance commitments are exclusive and ongoing. No capacity for expansion."
Arthur's terms were clear. Loyalty rewarded, betrayal punished. Whilst saving the civilians in America would not be breaking Arthur's term...Fitzgerald was not inclined to do so.
The reason? It was simple.
As the leader of another country, he had his own people to take care of. Bringing Americans inside would simply overcrowd his own.
Those that will come will mostly be the powerless, the weak, the old...I have no need for them. The American system can take care of their own people.
The Frost Wyvern settled into a defensive position atop the Peace Tower, its presence transforming Canada's symbol of democracy into a fortress of supernatural security.
