The General
“Dammit Miranda, we"re not going to discuss this again!” I yell. “It isn"t time.”
“Will it ever be time?” she retorts. “We are British Rebels. We are not American. We need to deal with the real threat. Floridaland is vulnerable right now as things in England spin out of control. This is our chance to rid ourselves of that problem.”
“They aren"t the real threat here,” I say as I lower my voice. All of the officers left the strategy meeting as soon as Miranda started baiting me.
“Do you want our people to be able to leave England and settle in the colonies?” She too has lowered her voice, but I know that tone all too well. Our discussion is heading into dangerous territory.
“Commander Crawford"s troops in Floridaland can"t stop that from happening. When I left, they were alr
