“No, I have no idea who it was,” sighed Raven, sitting at
the small table in his kitchen, opposite General Mary-Tzu. Blue was playing
with a box of matches just outside of Raven’s peripheral. “It does seem odd,”
said Tzu, pushing her empty teacup away. “I can have my agents look into it,”
she offered.
“No, that’s alright,” replied Raven, not noticing Blue
climbing out of the window. It was only a moment later that they heard the familiar
whoosh of a fire starting. “Did he
just set the thatching on fire?” asked Raven.
“I think he did,” replied Tzu.
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