The President had a vast array of advisors none of whom had ever seen combat. Still, he listens to each of them attentively. He had summoned Timothy to his war cabinet over two hours ago. Still, he had barely the opportunity to speak among the chatter of economic support and financial precariousness. They didn’t seem to be getting the dire nature of their situation.
They were dressed in suits. None of them were carrying weapons apart from Timothy. A rookie mistake. There could be a Tyranid sleeper agent among them.
Eventually, he snapped.
“We need to discuss our war strategy. This other nonsense can wait.”
The room immediately went quiet.
The President met his eyes.
“Yes, you are right. These issues can be dealt with by those who survive.”
“Thank you, Mr. President. I wish to recommend the following strategy and the relevant preliminary must be put in place at once.”
There were gasps and murmuring as he went through it.
The President then spoke.
“Timothy, we value human life here. We can’t just sacrifice such vast numbers.”
“Then you and everyone here will die Mr. President. The Tryanids do not feel pity or remorse. They feel nothing at all. All they do is consume world after world mercilessly. And this world will be next if you don’t follow my advice.”
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