”Why am I getting calls from Allouxia, Guy?”
President Mercer rubbed his eyes. He hasn’t been sleeping well lately. Felicia’s newly-discovered pregnancy was causing him immense anxiety. Ashton somehow managed to keep his calm when avoiding economic catastrophe and dealing with war and disaster, but the idea of fatherhood terrified him. He must be some kind of sociopath.
The Defense Secretary shrugged. “I don’t know. We haven’t mobilized against them or anything.”
“They mentioned you by name. They said they know you’re monitoring their major troop movements by satellite.”
“Yeah, of course we are. That’s what those satellites are there for.”
“They want you to move the satellites or stop.”
“You know that’s not an option, Mr. President.”
“I do, but they don’t.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” President Mercer sighed. “I’ll get to it.”
He called back the video number that had called him earlier to explain himself.