Britannian Intelligence Analysis Bureau – Three Weeks Later
The room smelled faintly of lamp oil and damp paper. Rain pattered against the tall windows, blurring the gaslight beyond. On the table lay the sum total of Lady Marguerite Ellenshire's work in Madrid — a thick dossier bound in red twine, stamped MOST SECRET.
Admiral Sir Percival Harrow leaned over the maps, his finger tracing the schematic of the supposed underground rail network Lancelot had allowed her to "discover."
"It matches the tram expansion corridors," Harrow said. "They've built a public system over a hidden military artery. It explains how they can move so quickly without massing troops in view."
A junior officer nodded. "Our analysts believe each tunnel segment doubles as a secure munitions route. If those artillery pieces she mentioned are accurate, they could bring guns into the heart of the capital in under an hour."
Harrow exhaled slowly. "It's… elegant. Brutal, but elegant."
