The Yorkshire sun was doing its best to shine through the clouds.
It had been six weeks since the Misfits had shocked the world, securing fourth place in the Premier League and locking in a ticket to the UEFA Champions League.
Six weeks of peace~ Six weeks of quiet...
Michael Sterling sat in his upgraded manager's office, sipping a perfectly brewed cup of black tea. He had spent the summer studying tactics, negotiating sponsorships with Kenji, and reviewing endless scouting reports. He was a man obsessed with the coming war.
The door violently swung open.
"Boss! It's a disaster!"
Arthur Milton, Michael's fiercely loyal assistant, stumbled into the room. He wasn't holding his usual pile of papers. Instead, he was clutching an iPad like it was a live grenade. His eyes were wide, and a half-eaten red jelly baby was stuck to his thumb.
"Breathe, Arthur," Michael said calmly, not looking up from his laptop. "Did the stadium roof collapse? Did Manchester City bid for you again?"
