"Ryuho, I presume?" She inclined her head in a suppressed bow. "If not, then it appears Naval Intelligence has developed a taste for the poetic lately. Camille, as I'm certain you're well aware. I cannot say I was certain you would come."
"Time is limited, I'm afraid, so I must be brief. The longer I remain out of Gallia, the more likely it becomes that Naval Intelligence will notice my absence." She raised an eyebrow expectantly. What secrets did this man know? Fighting the aliens was one thing. Doing so with any chance of winning was entirely another. "I have no desire to see my homeland reduced to the state of a baited animal, fighting for whatever creature nudges the muzzle just so. We will not be puppets. Yet, it seems that that may be just what is happening. Has already happened, if the present situation is any guide. The Royal Navy is, to my knowledge, the only military with a policy of neutrality towards the creatures." She was loathe to call them nomads. It loaned the aliens, already terrifying by their very nature, a horrible sense of inevitability. They would wipe Gallia clean, and move on. She did not need to feign the fear in her voice. "The individual we spoke of earlier was the source of that particular order and, therefore, the majority of my concern."
"What I propose-." She paused a moment. This was high treason, by any estimation. Assassination of a Marechal of the Royal Navy was a crime second only to an attempt on the King's life. If she were tried, any noble house in Gallia would have her head, and the Royal Navy doubly so, if only after the interrogators were finished their work. That she never would be, one way or another, sent a faint trickle of amusement dancing up her spine that threatened to twist her lips into a smile. "Is to remove him. I trust you have a suggestion as to how to proceed?"
