Fred Bacon

‘Whose Fred Bacon?’
‘He was the worst of them. A butcher with the blood of thousands on his hands, bro. I can’t even… I can’t even put it into words the things he did, and the things he had us do. I can’t...’
Description
He was only fifty feet away from the speaker now and could see everything about him from his livid red face down to his mud-crusted army boots.
First Meeting with Bishop Thorman
Chapter 10
Just inside the Gallery entrance was a large wooden sculpture of an eagle grasping a snake. Underneath that was a sweaty looking man in army fatigues eating corned beef from a tin with a bent spoon. The man stood up and dropped the tin, then licked the spoon clean and put it in his pocket. He wiped his hands on his legs as he approached the bishop.
‘Am I supposed to bow or kiss your ring or something?’ he asked Thorman.
‘No, but you should address me as Your Grace.’
‘Heh, right ok, well I’m Fred Bacon. Field Marshall Fred Bacon.’
Thorman heard one of his acolytes behind him hiss in anger at Bacon forgetting to add “Your Grace” at the end of his sentence, but Thorman ignored it. He looked over this man, he certainly wasn’t dressed like a Field Marshall. He was in regular army fatigues, with a wide overheated blotchy face and not much in the way of hair on his head. He looked more like an apoplectic sergeant major than the army’s highest-ranking soldier.
His Plans
(I'm still a bit TBA on this!)
Bacon who had been admiring a painting, turned to look Thorman in the eye. ‘The point being, Your Grace, you worry about the city, and I’ll worry about the Delta. I’ve got some business to attend to and then I’ll be on my way. I don’t want the church, the muta or anyone getting in my way.’ (Chapter 10)
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The field marshal raised his hands up to show they were empty. ‘You misunderstand me, Your Grace. God has spoken to me, and it is clear what I must do. No, the army will stay here, but I will go to Strake. I will go to Strake to find thirty-seven mighty warriors. The Gibborim.’ (Chapter 10)
By Chapter 11
‘Bacon is strengthening his grip on the Delta,’ he said reaching for a biscuit. ‘Gathering the other officers and making them swear loyalty oaths to him. Putting down any regional resistance with force.’
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