you don’t know how such a significant oversight could have occurred. Begging your pardon, sir, but I am not convinced it occurred! I’m telling you it occurred, and that is what you will tell anyone who wants to know. I will not! Either you prove to me we missed our target or I will maintain to everyone I know that this mission went off without a hitch. You will see in due tune reconnaissance photos that show no loss of life in Petra. You’ve seen these? Of course I have.
And you have no doubt as to their veracity? None, son. There was a long pause. The young man’s voice sounded pitiful. If there is one survivor on that mountain, it’s a miracle. You know what we dropped there. You ordered it yourself! It can’t be explained away, and I won’t take the heat for it. You already have. You and your compatriot will be reassigned, and you know how to respond to I will not testify to something I don’t believe, sir. Come, come, mister. I see the 2 on your hand and the image of our leader. You’re a loyal citizen. You contribute to the cause, you Would the potentate want me to say I made a mistake when I didn’t?
But you did. I did not. His Excellency is most disappointed in you, son. I’m not doing it, Director Akbar. Excuse me? I won’t play along. I take great pride in my work. I didn’t question the order. I believed these people were dangerous and a threat to the global Community. I did what I was instructed to do, and I did it right. No one can tell me we missed the primary target or that our 82s didn’t waste that whole area and all those people. If you have evidence that proves concretely that they survived, then I’m going to call it what it is. I’ll accept no demotion and I won’t parrot a party line. If those people are still alive, they’re superior to us. If they are still alive, they win. We can’t compete with that. You realize you leave me no choice.
We cannot have personnel shirk responsibility for their own errors. You will not be able to silence me.
Akbar laughed and was interrupted by the intercom. Primary pilot is waiting, sir Send him in. As soon as Chang heard the sound of the door, the Brit started in. Tell him, Uri. Tell him we didn’t screw up. what? And the conversation began anew, Akbar blaming the failure on the pilots, the Brit protesting, Uri silent for the moment. Excuse me a moment, gentlemen, Suhail said. The door opened and closed. Kerry, Uri said, listen to me. I de’s right. The He’s not right! I saw what I saw and I will never Shh! Listen! You and I both know we launched perfectly. But I was there after you had gone. You heard my transmission. Those people survived the Blues and the Lance, lived through it all.
Impossible! Impossible but true. A miracle. Obviously. Then we must live with it, Uri. We must make the GC and the world face it. They are a more than formidable enemy, and unless we admit that, we’ll never have a chance to defeat them. I agree. You heard me try to say it. They took you off the air! Now they want to make us the scapegoats. Demote us. Make us admit failure. Not me Uri Said. That’s my man, the Brit said. They traded encouragement. Be strong.
Don’t give in. Let’s stick together. Chang checked Akbar’s phone. Suhail had called the medical wing and asked for Dr. Consuela Conchita. Only the day before Chang had read the staff bulletin announcing her promotion to surgeon general of the Global Community. Connie, Akbar said, I need two heavy doses of sedative, the quick stuff. My conference room, ASAP . I’ll have security here, in case the patients resist. And bring gurneys from the morgue. The morgue? I want them cremated. You’re asking for lethal doses? No, no. I just want them out before they leave here, under sheets. The cremation will do the rest, will it not? Kill them? Of course it will. You’re asking that we execute two people? This is from the top floor, Consuela. A pause. I
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