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Secret IC: A small dark auditorium was full of people in the MOD central offices. The auditorium’s air was hot and unventilated after the people had been sitting in there for one hour. The people were top military advises for the army, navy air force, National Guard, colonial military affairs, you name it they were there.

A tall man walked on to the podium. Everyone who was muttering to each other stopped and focused on him.

“The PM has informed me, Admiral Sir Alan West, that Sudan is a natural staging point for an offensive. It is not my place to ask the PM why we are going to do what we are going to do. But he says, along with many of his personal military advisers, that the time is now.
What we are planning will be projected on to the screen behind me via the computer. Okay? Good.

Take it away Dave.”

The screen showed an aerial picture of Africa, it zoomed in towards the northwestern tip of Africa showing Sudan, Egypt and other neighbouring countries. Sudan was then highlighted in a tint of blue, Central African Republic in a tint of yellow and Egypt in red. Then a voice echoed over the speakers in the auditorium from the PC.

“Egypt, controls one of the most vital pieces of real estate in the world. It may be artificial and under foreign control, but it is vital. The Gulf of Suez only just runs into Sudan waters, if not at all. Egypt has it all. We are of course talking about the world re-known Suez Canal. Who ever controls the Suez Canal controls the vast majority of trade ships from other countries allowed to pass through the canal.

We are going to attack Egypt from the Suez Gulf, land as many troops, tanks, aircraft as possibly allowed by the MOD. The Suez Canal should be ours. First stage will be conducted as soon as this is approved by vote from all of you.”

The screen changed and zoomed in again showing most of Egypt. Three blue arrows started to stream upwards from the south towards a white dot on the screen. The voice spoke again.

“Two A-10 squadrons and one F/A 22 Raptor Squadron will cross into Egyptian airspace at around ten thousand to twenty thousand feet and head towards this major town in southern Egypt. We intend to bomb it to rubble with the A-10’s with the Raptors providing close air support and suppressing AA- gunfire and SAM missile defence. They shouldn’t be aware of this plot to attack unless their intelligence is better than our security. They will be quick to react but their fighters can only go so fast. If our entire fighter/bomber force is taken out in this raid we will still have dealt a blow, a warning blow. We have the capability to launch a full-scale amphibious assault but the MOD thinks that would be too rash. This is Stage one of five.”

The screen turned off and the admiral returned to the podium.

“Their you have it people. Our other colony, Congo, will support us and maybe the Central African Republic. The Suez Canal will give us a strong military foothold and a political foothold. So there begs the question… how many of you agree. Now treat this vote seriously, we’re not a democracy so don’t expect another vote in your life time, but the MOD doesn’t want to go ahead with this unless everyone agrees.”

The screen lit up again shows a bar chart listing FOR and AGAINST.

100% percent for FOR appeared after a few minutes of quiet.

“Good,” said the Admiral “Now preparations to attack will begin tomorrow. If it is suspended you will all be notified. Dismissed.”

The people all started talking and muttering among themselves about the meeting they’d just had. The Admiral observed some of the people’s faces and saw they didn’t really want the war to go ahead. The Admiral quickly shot a glace at the fire exit to his right wear two men were standing.

They were half in the light and were tall figures. They wore dark blue uniform with a red stripe diagonally across the chest. The letters SSP were sewn very neatly on the right collar and the right cuff of the jacket. The old Admiral new who they were. The secret police were sent by the government and had probably fixed the results, threaten the people to vote FOR the war. It was in his best interest not to complain, he’d be dead by Friday.

He eyed the two men for a few seconds more before picking up his papers and leaving.
As he left the two men walked out of the building through the exit. One of them pulled a mobile phone from his pocket and held it to his ear after pressing three buttons.

“Yes PM, it worked, 100% percent. Most of them agreed to vote FOR the war, although we had to ‘persuade’ a few of them. In the end we helped them make up their minds…… yes sir, their minds aren’t in their heads anymore, ‘persuasion’ didn’t work as well as we hoped but the job’s done sir… Thank you sir. Yes there is one more thing sir, the admiral seems to think that it was us that fixed the voting, I can see it in his eyes. I could ‘persuade’ him to think that the war is a good idea? … As you wish sir, we won’t, but do I have your permission if he does do something about it if he does rebel? … Thank you sir! Good Night you as well sir.”

He put down the phone and turned to his friend.
“We’re on the winning side, but our order are to tail and spy on the admiral but not kill him. The war will keep him in place. If it doesn’t, it’s our job to make sure it does.”

They both got into a black Sudan and drove off in the direction of the admiral’s house.

OOC: Good Night!

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Crescent Way

The Admiral’s car pulled up into his drive next to his house in Crescent Way. He got and entered his house. He flicked up the central heating, turned the TV on and then went to his study. It was a large study with bookshelves against every wall and a large window that looked out into his garden. He walked across the wooden floor to his desk and sat down and pulled a piece of A4 lined paper and started writing. Also, in turn of pulling out the paper, he turned on his personal laptop that had an Internet uplink to the military mainframe. He switched it on and logged in under his profile. He now had access to every military vehicle under his command. He started writing, listing different ships, tank regiments, troop regiments and their commanders and aircraft.

A black sedan pulled up on the opposite of the road facing the admiral’s house. The window winded down revealing to dark men wearing SSP uniforms. They looked at each other and nodded. They then both got out and stealthily approached the house and went for the rear of it. When they entered the garden they saw a yellow light being emitted from what looked like the study with a man inside.

“That’s are guy.” One of them said. And they approached the window.

They both peeped through the window and saw a man log off the mainframe and put what looked like a fleet manifest sheet. But he also carried a letter which he put in his pocket. With that, the admiral then turned off the lights, the central heating and the television and started to leave the house.

The two SSP men ran round the side of the house and darted across the road towards their car. The admiral then appeared at the front door and headed for his car. They started up the sedan and watched as the admiral drove west.

“Follow him, he’s heading for the Admiralty, but that goes via the post office. I want to know what’s in that letter.” Said one.
“Aye sir.” Replied the other. They drove off after him.

The admiral seemed oblivious to the fact that he was being followed and kept his course and headed for the Admiralty. The SSP were right. Admiral West did stop at a post office. He drove right up to the post box, winded down the window and popped the letter in, then drove off as if nothing had happened. It was also at this point that the black sedan ceased to pursue the admiral, it did instead drive up to the mailbox. The two men got out and examined the box. After a minute or to one of the men drew out a silenced 9mm pistol and took a few shots at the lock of the mailbox.
Only a few letters popped out, one with the admiral’s noticeable handwriting.

“Get back in the car,” said the one who had shot the lock. “And you can drive my car, I’m going to read this letter.”

They both got in the car. The other man turned to his friend. “It could just be a card to a friend or relative. Maybe he is innocent, what made you think is was against the war anyway?”

“George dear boy, it’s our job as the secret police to be suspicious of everyone and each other. Just get on and drive. I’ve just opened the letter…”

The black sedan pulled away from the post office and headed the same way they came.

“George… this time I’m right.”
“About what sir?”
“About the admiral. This letter is addressed to the captain of the HMS Manchester, which I assume is in the task force against Egypt. It has got a list of names here. John Evergreen, David Flower, Lenny Thompson, Stephen Davis and Jack Stone. It says that these people are to be removed and replaced under orders during this conflict and to be reassigned to a home naval base for a inverted commas promotion test.”
“Hmmm… John Evergreen, David Flower, Lenny Thompson, Stephen Davis and Jack Stone? SSP undercover operatives! He doesn’t want the secret police on the ship! But why? How does he even know SSP members, he hasn’t got a high enough security level to gain access to that sort of information.”
“A leak maybe George? I don’t know, but I do know that he knows that we know that he is against the war and doesn’t want the SSP to take command of the fleet.”
“Does this mean he’ll rebel, take command of the fleet and use it to gain access to a capitalist nation?”
“I don’t know George, he loves his country, and everyone knows that, the SSP knows that, he might just refuse to fight. But the Suez Canal is an import stretch of water. I don’t know why he should be against it. It’s a small lead. But it’s enough. Head back to his house. We’ll search it ourselves.”
“Aye sir.”

To be continued

Admiralty

The admiral rushed into a room where some military advisers were gathered. One man was in the dark, obscured from view. The PM.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to post something important to the HMS Manchester." He handed the PM his the fleet manifest.”
“Good, now give me an update on the situation Admiral.” Said the PM in a calm voice.
“Well sir, everyone. The A-10’s are on their way to the finial airport before heading out on their attack run which will commence in three hours. The F/A 22 Raptors on already on station and ready to go.”
“Which Squadron?”
A man turned round on his chair, he was highly decorated with medals. He was the chief air marshal for the attack on Egypt.
“Squadron 89564 sir. The Mobius Squadron. Planes Mobius 1 through 10 are on standby.”
“Good work.” Said the PM “ETA three hours yes?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good! Admiral West, assemble the fleet on list you’ve given me and prepare them for battle. But send some frigate ahead of the task force to observe the enemy. The Suez Canal is still free waters at the moment.”
“Aye sir!”

Everyone left their seats and exited the room and returned to their offices, while the admiral on the other hand, return to his car and set off home. It was now three in the morning and needed some sleep before the attack.

To be continued

Crescent Way

The house was a mess, particularly in the study. Broken pictures, papers everywhere, upturned tables and chairs. But the two men where huddled around the laptop and a safe that had been in the wall behind a picture. The safe had been broken into. On the screen of the laptop were personal e-mails received by the admiral by captains. There were eight e-mails. Each one read ‘CONFIRMED’.
However in the safe were details of a small conspiracy among some of the captains and the admiral. The captains and the admiral had been planning to disobey orders and not fire upon Egyptian territory.

“This is gold George I tell ya! Gold! Hardcore evidence that the admiral doesn’t want war. Also eight captains have pledged their allegiance to him.”
“Sir, the admiral is a good bloke, I don’t want to kill him.”
“We won’t. We’ll beat him a little but not kill him. There’ll be a public outrage. Might overthrow the government and SSP.” He shivered. “Capitalism! BAH! Wants to make me vomit in terror!”
“So he’ll learn his lesson?”
“Aye he will George. Put this crud into my brief case okay and let’s go. The attack will commence in less than two and a half hours, and that I want to see.”

As the two of them began to load the papers into their case there was a creek. Like someone had opened a door.

“His he back! I didn’t hear his car!”
“Shut it George, we’ll get caught. Draw your weapon.”

The Admiral walked into the living room with an anger look on his face as he stared at the mess the house was in.

“Fucking car!! Breaks down at fucking three in the morning! Then when I finally get back, I find that some stupid bastard has wreaked my bloody house! Bloody hell…?”

The admiral turn to face the study, he thought he heard a shuffling in the room. He drew a Pistol. 54 from it’s holster and aimed it at the study door as he approached.
He kicked down the door to see two men scrabbling to open a window.

“YOU TWO!” shouted the admiral.

The men were shocked and stunned. They turned and fired wildly missing every time with bullets bouncing off walls into the bookshelves. They were stranded with nowhere to hide in the study. The admiral didn’t flinch when they had fired their rounds. He took a quick aim at one of the men and put three rounds in his chest. The man was definitely dead as he slumped to the floor. The other ran at the window while firing his gun at it. He flew though the window and landed on the neatly cut lawn. He then got to his feet and ran for cover behind a birdbath.

The man returned fire and then darted for the trees, then to his car. The Admiral appeared at his front door and opened fire again. The sedan started up and sped down the down the road taking light damage from the stray bullets.

“You always were and arsehole George.” He said to himself as if his friend was sitting next to him while driving. “Sham you had to die like that but it was going to happen one way or another. You performed your duties honourably dear boy.”

The man set off to the city centre to the SSP HQ to watch the assault on the Egyptian town.

To be continued

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