Jack of Harts

Charles had a lot of plans when I met him. One he’d been working on for a good century before we met. He didn’t tell me about it until we’d worked with each other long enough that I actually trusted and respected him. I guess the feeling was mutual, because he laid the whole thing out for me. I loved it. The chance to frak both the self-appointed Great Families and the Shang at the same time? You could totally count me in on that. And the fact that it actually was a good idea? Seriously. It was a win-win-win. Building a new colony, deep in big A Alien space, further out than any of them thought we had any right to be, in the middle of the greatest war our part of the galaxy had seen in thousands of years? It was grandiose. And it had a real chance of changing everything for all of us if it worked. The Wolfenheim Project was worth the gamble.