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[color=00ff66][b][h3]Nikos[/h3][/b][/color]
Zeppelin #27, Saloon
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Nikos' eyes glanced past Carter and his smile faded as he took in the open crate. Magic was forgotten as the cold hand of fate grasped his heart.

"Where did you find all those...?" he asked faintly, dreading to hear the answer. This was the General's booze, down to the last drop. And a very unhappy general if he found all this going on...!
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There is a war on,[/i] he reminded himself. [i]If I'm lucky, I'll die before the general finds us.[/i]

Maybe the General would accept he was out-ranked, the Zeppelin stolen, there was no way he could have protected the booze..!

Maybe it was the General who fired on them, to get back his collection? But of his troops, there was no sign.

[i]Maybe they'd make it quick, a firing squad?[/i]

But there was one dangling escape line...

"Err, coffee?" he managed, then nodded. "Aye sir, I'll bring some immediately"