The Descent

The war council at the Heuriger Zum Rebstöckl had been going remarkably well, all things considered. Wine flowed, bread was passed, and a map was pinned to the trestle table with a bread knife while the lawyer Fischbein ensured every indemnity clause was legally sound. Captain Ferrante and his Sardinian mercenaries sat across from the Russians, and the plan to assault the University of Vienna was taking shape — right up until a bronze-scaled, wide-jawed creature crashed through the garden…