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.Marisa’s face was hidden behind the crooked arm of a rear-admiral, one of the navy representatives on the JGC.Other Council members would doubtless be aboard different aircraft to spread the risk, more or less immune to retaliatory missile attacks.And elsewhere across the skies of Europe, perhaps scores of aircraft would be keeping continental leaders aloft.What would happen, I began to wonder, if the Americans had a miracle weapon ir own? A giant laser or ray that could make all the craft drop from the sky under the rapid sweep of its beam? Sending the entire upper echelon of the Alliance command crashing to earth? What then? It was a measure of the surreal atmosphere that I was able to contemplate such abstractions without finding them in any way fanciful.I became aware that the conversations in the cabin had grown gradually more muted.There was a tinkling sound of metal on glass.It was Sir Gruffydd, who had risen again and was tapping a teaspoon against an empty champagne flute.“Officers and gentlemen and those of uncertain pedigree,” he began, pausing when the predictable spate of laughter ensued.“We are gathered here today to witness—no, damn it, I’m reading from the wrong script again.”He tossed an imaginary sheet of paper aside to more laughter.It came easily enough, like a collective release of tension, and subsided just as swiftly.The field marshal now studiously composed himself, his face taking on a solemn air.“I want to tell you of the grave and pressing dangers we confront,” he began.“The United States and its subject dominions have been pursuing a vigorous campaign of territorial encroachment along our borders and spheres of influence.Protracted high-level negotiations have failed to resolve these issues—indeed, they’ve served only to buy more time to intensify their operations.All our appeals for moderation and plain talking have fallen on unreceptive ears.He paused and motioned to Giselle, who promptly passed him his walking stick.He leaned on it with both hands but remained straight-backed, conveying a sense of someone physically burdened but not bowed by the weight of his responsibilities.“The Americans have recently developed what they term ECO—Earth Cleaving Ordnance, better known to us as DPMs.These missiles, launched from submarines or high altitude bombers, can deliver nuclear charges at sufficient depth to underground sites to destroy them completely.They are instruments of an offensive war, intended to destroy our subterranean command-and-control complexes both at home and on the continent.Which is why, ladies and gentlemen, we’re presently up here and not down there.”There was the merest flurry of laughter, another exhalation of relief.Sir Gruffydd conspicuously showed no humour.“We pointed out to the Americans that these weapons are in breach of our most recent arms restriction treaty, which forbids development of any new nuclear devices.I have to tell you that they were implacable, claiming that the weapons were not new but merely a refinement of existing technology.This is not a view we were able to share.It is essential we take measures to protect ourselves.”He took a TV control from Giselle and pointed it at the screens.The picture on the central one changed from an airfield to the fleet in the Atlantic we had been shown earlier.Owain stared numbly at it.He was hollow, without volition.I lunged, determined to take control.He teetered, and then I couldn’t sense him at all.I heard Sir Gruffydd explain that the fleet was entering Alliance waters, and that a second task force largely composed of munitions ships and landing craft was heading north-east from the Azores.The Americans plainly intended a first strike on Alliance centres of operation, followed by landings on the west coast of Ireland and a rapid drive across the country to take Dublin and Belfast.None of the other screens gave evidence of this: they were showing footage of Alliance mobilisation.I steadied myself, expecting at any moment a resurgence of Owain.It didn’t come.I contemplated Ireland and Sir Gruffydd’s assertions.To me it didn’t make strategic sense.An American invasion force there would be faced with supply lines so long and subject to disruption that it defied military logic.I stole a look at Carl Legister and saw that he was gazing at the screen with stony incredulity.And he, as much as anyone else, would surely have been well placed in the preceding months to anticipate US intentions.“This is not the only threat we face,” my uncle continued.“In several of our frontier territories offensive enemy operations are about to be undertaken.Action to neutralise these dangers will naturally be the responsibility of our continental forces.It is the one to the British Isles that we must counter.And for that, the most radical measures are necessary.”Now the audience plainly sensed the approach to the payoff.My uncle looked more sober than ever.“Omega,” he said, not quite savouring the word.“I think most of us have heard of it.”There was no laughter this time: they were merely eager to know.“Some of you may have thought it was legendary, the expression of sublime hope
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