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“Rosebud. Rosebud. This is Prettyboy, over.”
“This is Rosebud. I read you loud and clear PrettyBoy.”
“Little Bird has been captured by the Sand Snakes. Over.”
“Acknowledged PrettyBoy. What is the ETA on TheHound? Over.”
“Our entire squad has him pinned down. Over.”
“Roger that. The men they have their orders. Any injuries to report? Over.”
“TheHound dislocated TheBull’s shoulder in the scuffle. The OldDragon’s been sent for. Over.”
“Roger that. TheHound will sacrifice our position to get back LittleBird. Use any mean necessary to discourage this. Over.”
“Wilco Rosebud. Just received the causality report from The Twins massacre. Over.”
“Roger that PrettyBoy. Go ahead. Over.”
“We lost TheKingOfTheNorth, The DowagerTrout and TheForeignWhore. Over.”
“Say Again?”
“We lost TheKingOfTheNorth, The DowagerTrout and TheForeignWhore. Over.”
“Roger that that PrettyBoy. What of TheBlackFish and BabyFish? Over.”
“TheBlackFish is MIA and BabyFish has been taken as a Frey prisoner. Over.”
“Roger that.”
“PrettyBoy over and out.”
Margaery paced the floor of the secured Highgarden compound the radio pressed firmly in her hand. LittleBird had been captured by the Martell’s, The Hound was being kept under close guard before he launched a suicide mission to rescue her and casualty reports were flooding in from The Twins. Maesters Balls. Her Grandmother had left her charge before retiring to the safety zone and now everything was shot to hell.
The only silver lining in this was she might be able to get LittleBird back before the SandSnakes executed her like they did GoldyLocks. It was only this morning her loyal soldiers captured TheRedViper. She didn’t care that he was supposed to be protected as an honored dignitary. This was war, he knew the risks assoon as he stepped out his door and into the real world. She had hoped she might ransom him and pay for this never ending war but perhaps a prisoner exchange could be in order? Seven hells, the Martells didn’t negotiate and they never exchanged.
ChariotRace wouldn’t give up LittleBird for TheRedViper, he was too smart for that. Fuck! The man hadn’t even mounted a rescue for TheDornishPrincess and everyone knew how that had ended. He must know he has the key to the North in his pocket. Fucking hells! The codes to The Wall’s very own mainframe were safely locked away in the mind of LittleBird, after all she’d designed them. There wasn’t a system she couldn’t crack, data she couldn’t acquire and secrets she couldn’t uncover with only a laptop, Wi-Fi and a plate of lemon cakes.
There was a large bounty on that ginger, she was wanted dead or alive for whatever was stored in that pretty little head of hers and Margaery wanted her alive. She needed her alive. She had promised the girl sanctuary and refuge from the war in exchange for any and all banking information, hidden accounts and moveable assets for the notorious MockingBird. Instead of filling her now depleted coffers with ill-gotten gains her most prized possession had been taken from her gilded cage.
LittleBird wasn’t made for war. She would rather play Targaryen’s & Dragons with her other nerdy friends in a basement somewhere than participate in active combat. The poor girl had already been forced to watch the Lannnisters execute her father in broad daylight, in front of a jeering crowd. She’d had her fill of violence, she was a kind, gentle soul and the SandSankes would break her.
Unless I rescue her.
Margery chewed on her bottom lip and ran her hand over the shaved side of her head. The rumor was GoldyLocks perished in her fathers’ arms. If that was true, the SandSankes were a bunch of vicious bitches. They already had the reputation for being ruthless, reckless and rash. My strength will be their weakness. TheRedViper was the key, he would tell Margaery everything she needed to know and more, he had to. The future coffers of House Tyrell depended on it.
“YoungBuck. YoungBuck. This is Rosebud. Over.”
“YoungBuck here. I read you loud and clear Rosebud. Over”
“We are freeing LittleBird. Over.”
“Acknowledged Rosebud. Over.”
“Begin initiation of The Florian and Jonquil Protocol. Over.”
“Say Again?”
“Begin initiation of The Florian and Jonquil Protocol. Over.”
“Copy that. Any additional orders?”
“Yes. Activate TheBear and TheMaidenFair. Over.”
“Wilco Rosebud”
“Rosebud over and out.”
Now all she could do was sit and wait. It was too bad she didn’t believe in the Gods; she could really use a miracle right about now.