The Unseen Freedom

[Eichann Rush]

The orders went out that night, transmitted across half of Sirius in order to reach their recipients.
They reached an intelligence officer hiding in the Badlands, a weapons dealer out of Newark, a Junker aboard Trafalgar, and a dozen Molly ships in the field.
It would take painstaking translation on a one-time pad, but when decrypted, they would all have a time and location.
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~The Unseen Freedom, chapter seven, page 121.

"The difference between a friend and an enemy is The Cause. Anyone who supports The Cause is a friend, and anyone who opposes it is an enemy. There are no other distinctions, and there are no innocents. Evil prevails when good men fail to act, making any man who does not act an agent of the enemy, and any man who does act a ally, regardless of his background. This is something so many of my compatriots do not understand. We are not xenophobists. We do not hate Bretonians. We hate their tyranny, their greed, their corporate enterprises and their exploitation of the worker. We cannot strike at the bosses on London, so our only recourse is to strike at their tools. The Hydra can always grow a new head, but can it grow a new heart?"
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His commanders had assembled, and the situation room aboard The Final Rush was lush with cigar smoke and idle talk.
The double doors slid open, and they all snapt to attention as Rush strode in, flanked by his second and a bodyguard.
He smiled as he sat, and everyone in the room relaxed.
"Morn tae ye all, gentlemen. Ai've brought ye here tae discuss a potential operation, one the loikes of which ha'nnet been done since Founder's Day."
Rush slid back into his chair and fingered the viewscreen's remote.
"Fer all the bombahs and fightahs the Baffers ha'e, an' fer all their gunboats and destroyers, the only true obstacle tae our victory in Dooblin is the Essex."
He clicked the remote, and various shots of the hated battleship appeared.
"This....armistice........it has quited Dooblin down a bit, aye? Well, ai reject it, an' so dae all o ye, else ye would no' be 'ere. We are goin' tae end it, an' wee'l do it wit' a bang."
He gestured, and his second brought forth a briefcase. He opened it and passed out a set of documents to each commander.
"These are yer standin' orders. Firs' wee'l hae tae get together all tha' we need, an' then intelligence. Seamus, Finnegan, Ryan, ai need ye an' yers patrollin' the north an' south fields fer now. Be discreet, an' try an' figure out the Baffer's patrol patterns. Go."
The Mollys present rose and left, leaving only the three foreigners.
"Francesca, ye an' ai hae done business in the past. Now ai need something....special. A bioweapon or chemical weapon, somethin' potent an' very very nasty, in addition to as much high-grade explosives as ye can get. Go."
The weapons dealer rose and left.
"Ian, ai worked wit' yer father, an' ai know of yer talents. Ai need full schematics of the Essex, an' shippin' manifests, dockin' codes, anything ye can get. Go."
The intelligence officer rose and left.
"Johannsen, ai need a transport, fully specced an' idented, somethin the baffers cannae deny dockin' tae. Go."
And with that, the conference was over.
"Will it work, Saint-Clair?"
For the first time his second spoke.
"Only a traitor could stop it."
The Colonel's eyes glittered as he smiled a very evil smile, cloaked in the shadows.

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