Uncle, the screaming of a boiling tea pot awakens you from your deep sleep. It's warm in your cottage, a far cry from most of the rooms in The Chateau. Tilting your head back and reaching to pull the curtain aside, you can barely see the early morning, rain drizzled twilight through the steamed up windows (Are these boarded up also?). Light is filling the front room and kitchen areas, but you don't remember leaving them on. The hum of the generator and smell of burning gasoline permeate the air.
Still lying in bed, you hear movement come from the kitchen area. What the fuck? Is someone else in here? You wonder who'd have the balls to be in your cottage. Hopefully, it ain't that young officer, Princy who's on CQ tonight. You told him before to not wake you unless it was something of an emergency, yeah? And, why would he be making tea.
And, what about those guards you stationed at the door? Do you keep guards there? How many? Two? Just one? What kind of weapons do they have?
Quiet now. Whoever it is, they've ended the screaming; taken the tea pot off the burner. Sounds like pouring and the clattering of a spoon on glass.
What do you do?