General Ekkerson sighed as he smoked and watched what was happening down the street. A hospital was collapsing, one of those massive crabs had been brought down with a full team of tanks and in its death-throes, it had smashed through several walls of the building. One of Ekkerson's assistants came up to him holding a phone.. "General Zalewski called." Well that was new.
"What does he want?"
"I don't know." The soldier gave him the phone. "But he said it's urgent."
Ekkerson finished the cigarette as he typed out the number. Zalewski picked up quickly. "Ekkerson here, what did you want?"
"Just wondering if you heard anything about treason."
Treason? That was a first. They were all largely ex-Clerics here. Clerics did not do treason. "No. Why?"
Zalewski made a sour tone. "Kassandora took my sorcerers."
"She took mine too."
