Airships: Five Minutes to Midnight

Hawkeye’s mind flashed through the possibilities, eyes flicking across the map.

“These devices are detonated in these cities. No doubt, there will be panic and accusations. Some strings will be pulled, ears whispered into – before long, we will have a war on our hands every bit as bad as the one they just finished fighting.”

The captain’s eyes widened at the implications. War again, so soon after the last?

“They will tear each other apart. We cannot let this happen.”

Hawkeye sighed with far more tiredness than his years would suggest – a lifetime of fighting his father, perhaps.

“We may have no choice.”

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