The Phantom wakes in aching pain
His leg it seems in flame
he found it shrunk as though sucked dry
He moaned but moved besides
A message he found upon the table
From the good old friend
A meeting amongst the fighting men
While the Phantom did rest
In throbbing pain he dresses up
To join them anyway
The friend's unsure, the rest relieved
Discussions carry on
The man they've caught will speak no more
They'll keep him under guard
But what he speaks could be a lie
No reason have they to trust
But what if jtye could return the man
A mole for them to be
The Phantom scoffs, the Flight's no fool
He'd never fall for that
Yet now the men are taken by
The notion of a spy
If they could twist it to the Flight's own game
They could maybe win
The Phantom's words are drowned in words
And he hasn't strength to fight
He vanishes away into the dark
His own plan must be made.
Next Week: Foreboding Chat
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