Whispers of Mutiny

So, Derek had wanted Brutus dead for a long time. He just hadn't found the opening.

Now the opening had come.

Corner Four.

A dozen or so teachers huddled together, sheltering from the downpour outside, talking in low voices.

"There's a sharp mind on that hill. The Apple of Discord—a scheme like that has no counter, not in any era."

"No kidding. Even when everyone knows exactly what they're up to,