GM 6th July, Monday, 2015, 3.45 PM The skies above New York City, 37,500ft. above sea level The Lady Aetheria, flagship of the Sky Lord's fleet The warning shot flashed by Eileen's face like a meteor and struck the dead end to her right as she left the main hallway, a small porthole admitting the sight of a vast plain of clouds gleaming in the summer sun. The impact left a sharp stink of hot steel, and a fast-fading circle of red-hot metal on the wall. "There's nowhere to run, girl!" barked the