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Notes: Sorry that I didn't manage to post yesterday. On the bright side, I did manage to finish my assignment . . . at 10:30pm last night. Phew! I was going to try to post this drabble then, but ffn was being strange - it let me reply to reviews, but not do anything else. I couldn't look at profiles, I couldn't read other people's stories, I couldn't update my own stories. How sad. So I missed a day for posting. I think I've only missed one or two before this, so at least it doesn't put me too far behind 'schedule'. Anyway, here's the next one! Enjoy!
Thirty-six: Recapitulated Capitulation
"Brigadier-General, the Drachmans are retreating."
Olivier looked up with a frown. "Yes, yes – I've already been told," she said, waving the messenger off.
"No, ma'am. Not from the battle – from the war!" The man looked at her wide-eyed, gauging her reaction.
"From the war?" She crossed one leg over the other and scratched thoughtfully at the side of her head. "Have we received their emissary? Are we to announce terms for their surrender?"
"No, ma'am. This is the freshest news, and we expect an emissary within hours. If no one comes, the Major-General has ordered we press on as before."