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“They know that.” Mustang adjusts her datapad, examining the map. “Which shrinks our flexibility in tactics.”
“Total war is easier,” Jupiter grumbles. “Let’s use the Grays to lubricate our passage, then drop bombs at the walls under the shields. Entry gained.”
“It takes a day to break a city, then fifty years to rebuild,” Mustang snaps. “You want to sign up to oversee the reconstruction?”
“Do I look like a builder?” Jupiter asks.
“The passage to Agea is eighty kilometers wide on average, seven-kilometer-high walls on either side, all farming and agriculture for the city. Bellona likely littered the place with mines. If they had time. We didn’t exactly tell them we were coming.” Did they have time?
Mustang motions me to the side.
I walk with her away from the rest of my command staff, who roll their eyes at one another. The airy palace halls should remind me of past victory, but all I feel is steep melancholy being here. So many memories. So many lost friends, I think when I see a Grays landing near Minerva castle where Pax and I once dueled.
“It’s eighty kilometers to the walls from here,” she says. “We could make the dash as planned. Just because they didn’t contest our landing doesn’t mean there’s something nefarious afoot.” She sees the hesitation in my eyes. “We are here for my father just as much as we’re here for the Sovereign. We have to move with pace.”
“You’re afraid Lorn is going to kill him if he breaks through the southern city walls first,” I guess. “Aren’t you.”
“You know their history.”
“I do.”
“And do you trust Lorn not to finish an old grudge?”
“Lorn isn’t a murderer.”
“No. He hurts men who deserve it, like Tactus. My father deserves it as much as any man. So we must hurry. And you must tell the rest of them about the Sovereign.”
“Roque found out. Praetorians on the Warchild.”
We walk back and I address my small council.
“You know we come here for Augustus, but there’s a second reason we press on Agea. The Sovereign is here.”
“No shit?” Clown mutters.
Rotback scratches his head. “Goryhell.”
“In the Citadel?” Pebble asks, excitedly nudging anxious Weed with her knee.
“In all probability. We traced Aja here. Residual radiation from the bomb we hit her team with on Europa. The other assaults are designed to draw manpower away from Agea so that we will have a chance to break through her walls and capture Octavia before her Ash Lord arrives with the full might of her armada.” And if the Sons have done their part as Ares promised, we should be able to get into the city without fighting through a hundred thousand armored men and women.
“Is Cassius in the city?” Sevro asks.
Mustang nods. “We think so.”
Sevro smiles.
“If you come upon Cassius, do not engange him,” I say. “Nor Karnus, nor Aja.”
“You’d have us run?” Clown asks, insulted.
“I’d have you live,” I say. “The prize is the Sovereign. Don’t be distracted by revenge, or pride. If we seize her, we are the new power in the Solar System, my friends.”
The Howlers share wolfish grins. Sevro squares his shoulders.
“So lets stop picking our butts.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
