Metzger’s lackeys had woken him up from a pleasant sleep. Being awakened in the middle of the night was enough to get him very angry. He changed into his uniform and walked outside, punching in the air, hoping to catch one of his lieutenants in the chin.
Instead his lieutenant approached him from in front. It was Basilisk. He was holding a pair of binoculars.
“We thought you should see this, sir,” the colonel said.
Metzger took the binocs with a scowl and a growl. He scanned the area outside of the gates and trenches. The Americans were still there, but like any normal people they were sleeping. There was something different. Sarah York was approaching the gates of Washington with a white flag. Metzger understood she was a rather important American general.
“Metzger!” she yelled when she reached the gates, “Metzger, I’m here to negotiate!”
Metzger turned to Basilisk. The colonel shrugged.
“Let her in,” said the Butcher of Bavaria.
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