Something bad had happened on First Deck. The news traveled the length and breadth of the iron juggernaut: from the storage decks to the old Imperial Staterooms, from the coal bunkers on Bottom Deck to the bridge on Fifty-fourth Deck. The saboteur had struck again, and the Revolutionary Council had called a general meeting of Filthies in the Grand Assembly Hall.
In the Norfolk Library, Col Porpentine and his family looked at one another with dismay.
“They never called a general meeting before,” said Orris Porpentine.
Col nodded. “Must be worse than ordinary sabotage.”